“Tis’ ugly an oyster," their wretched voices screeched amid oceans deep and far
Not like sea horses fair, riding upon chariots of sea beds as queens and kings
Tall and stalwart are they
Not like adorning corals blooming crimson flowers beneath turquoise tides of sparkling bays
They amuse man’s eyes with their buoyant, colorful flares and their layers of ruffles
Not like gazing ocean stars painted with truffled pinks, baby blues, and sun kissed oranges
Humans long to pluck them like treasures off powdered beaches
Many a sea creature scolded the ugly oyster for her lack of fine apparel
They scathed and pointed at her scratchy shell, chipped and dimpled with old skins of charcoal
No splendor upon her cheek thus admired
Until,
One day a man per chanced a thought to search beneath her rough barrier of no apparent beauty
Now,
Humans come from afar digging her out from oceans like gold hidden in mine shafts
Rashly daring seas, braving winds and waves in search only for her
Upon finding such a hidden prize, they carry her in their pockets like a fallen star
You see?
Tis’ not matters a shell beholden to eyes who look beyond,
Tis’ but a shell
The true glory is what such eyes search for inside
Admiring rosy cheeked pearls buried within
Yearning to tassel such a treasured rarity of all oceans on ropes for all to admire
Thus "tis’ ugly an oyster" became the most resplendent beauty and most prized of all the sea, far and wide