Poezie The Oysters Lesson

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 had brought him to such a deplorable state?



Did he curse at the government, cry for election,

And claim that the sea should have given 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 -- 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.