Text Box: There once was an oyster whose story I tell, Who found that sand had got under his shell. Just one little grain, but it gave him much pain, For oysters have feelings, although they’re so plain. Now, did he berate the working of fate, Which led him to such a deplorable state? Did he curse out the government Or call for election? No. As he lay on the shelf, He said to himself, If I cannot remove it, I’ll try and improve it. So the years rolled by, As the years always do, And he came to his ultimate destiny Oyster stew. And this small grain of sand Which had 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 morsel of sand? What couldn’t we do If we’d only begin With all of the things That get under our skin.