There once was an oyster whose story I'll tell,
- Who found that some sand had worked under his shell.
- Just one little grain but it gave him a pain,
- For oysters have feelings that are very plain.
Now did he berate this working of fate,
- That left him in such a deplorable state?
- Did he curse the government, call for an election,
- And say that the sea should have some protection?
Well, years passed by, as years always do,
- Till he came to his destiny - oyster stew!
- But the small grain of sand that bothered him so,
- Was a beautiful pearl, all richly aglow.
Now this tale has a moral, for isn't it grand,
- What an oyster can do with a small grain of sand?
- And what couldn't we do if we'd only begin
- With all of the things that get under our skin?