Now the tale has a moral

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    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 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 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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    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 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 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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