The Wandering Wizard: Ollie and the Pearl

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 oysters have feelings
Although they're so plain.

Now did Ollie berate
The harsh workings of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?
Did he blame the government,
Cry for an election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?

Nope. 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 round
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate destiny:
Stew.
But the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl Ollie's Pearl