Last night my nephews and nieces ask me
for an old story, I read to them long time back
I was surprise they still remember it. They insisted
So I had to go and find it, luckily I did
So I thought I will read it for you also
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
great pain for oyster have feelings
although they're so plain
Now, did he berate
the harsh working of fate
that had brought him
to such a deplorable state ?-
Did he curse at the government
cry for election
and claim that 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
and rechy aglow
now
the tale has a moral for isn't it grand
what an oyster can do
with 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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