When I worked at "Wingets" in Logan Utah as a teen the boss posted this in the restroom to memorize if we were in there . yup I did!
The Oyster
Author:
Unknown
There once was an oyster Whose
story I’ll tell,
Who found that some sand Had got under his shell.
Just one grain, But it gave him great pain.
For oysters 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 the sea should Have given him protection?
No – he said to himself As he lay on a shelf,
Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it.
Now the years rolled along, 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 morsel of sand?
What couldn’t we do If we’d only begin
With all the things That get under our skin.
Who found that some sand Had got under his shell.
Just one grain, But it gave him great pain.
For oysters 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 the sea should Have given him protection?
No – he said to himself As he lay on a shelf,
Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it.
Now the years rolled along, 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 morsel of sand?
What couldn’t we do If we’d only begin
With all the things That get under our skin.
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