There once was an oyster whose story I'll tell
Who found that some sand had slipped under his shell.
Just one little grain but it gave him much pain
For oysters have feelings although they're quite plain.
Now did he berate the working of fate
Which had led him to such a deplorable state?
No! He said to himself, as he lay on the shelf,
"If I can't remove it, I'll try to improve it."
So, the years rolled by as years always do,
And he came to his ultimate destiny: stew!
But the small grain of sand which had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow.
Now this 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
To enrich all those things that get under our skin.
- Author Unknown
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