There once was an oyster whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand had got into his shell.
It was only a grain but it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings although they’re so plain.
Now did he berate the harsh working of fate
That had brought him to such a deplorable state?
No – he said to himself as he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around, as the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate destiny – stew.
And the small grain of sand that had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral; for isn’t it grand
What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?
What couldn’t we do if we’d only begin
With some of the things that get under our skin. - Anonymous
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