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The Oyster

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 much pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they are so plain.
Now, did he berate
The harsh workings of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorabe 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 can not 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.

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