There once was an oyster whose story I’d tell,
Who found that some sand had gotten under its shell.
Just one little grain, but it gave her a pain,
For oysters have feelings, professors maintain.
Now, did she berate the unfortunate fate,
That led her to such a deplorable state?
Did she bawl out the government? Call an election?
“No!” she said to herself as she lay on the shelf.
“If I cannot remove it, I’ll try to improve it.”
So the years rolled along, as the years always do.
And she came to her ultimate destiny – stew.
But the small grain of sand that had bothered her 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?
What couldn’t we do, if we’d only begin
With all of the things that get under our skin?
(Author Unknown)
This is the story of the birth of West County Democrats!
Submitted by Gary Sharpe & Jo Ann Fox Hughes