‘The Oyster’There once was an oysterwhose story I tell.Who found that some sandhad got i
‘The Oyster’There once was an oysterwhose story I tell.Who found that some sandhad 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 beratethe harsh working of fate, that brought himto such a deplorable state?Did he curse at the government,cry for election,and claim that the sea shouldhave given him protection?No - he said to himselfas 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.The small grain of sandthat had bothered him so,was a beautiful pearl, all richy aglow.Now the tale has a moral;for isn’t it grandwhat an oyster can dowith a morsel of sand.What couldn’t we doif we’d only beginwith some of the thingsthat get under our skin.author unknown -- source link