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[beautifulhp07]

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 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 that 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 isnt it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?

What couldn't we do
If we'd only began
With some of the things
That get under our skin