Oyster (not about hostas)
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- Subject: Oyster (not about hostas)
- From: L*@aol.com
- Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2000 13:32:51 EDT
Subject: OYSTER
The Ballad of the Oyster
There once was an oyster
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had got into its 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'll try to improve it."
Now the years have rolled by,
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 small grain 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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