from an older post, enjoy 🙂
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 workings of fate
that brought him to such a deplorable state?
Did he curse at the government, cry for election,
and claim that the sea should have given him protection?
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, a 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…
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