There once was an oyster
Whose story I'll tell,
Who found that some sand
Had worked under his shell
Just one little grain
But it gave him a pain
For oysters have feelings
That are very plain
Now did he berate
This working of fate,
That left him in such a
Deplorable state?
Did he curse the government
Call for an election,
And say that the sea
Should have some protection?
No!  He said to himself
As he sat on the shelf,
"Since I cannot remove it,
I think I'll improve it."
Well, years passed by
As years always do,
Till he came to his destiny,
Oyster stew!
But the small grain of sand
That 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 small grain of sand?
And what couldn't we do
If we'd only begin
With all of the things
That get under our skin?


This is a cute little poem I found years ago.  I only share it because I like it.