Thoughts About Oysters
By Kaye Starbird

An oyster has no hands or feet
To put itself in motion.
It never waves or runs to meet
Companions in the ocean.
It has no mouth or nose or eyes
Like other water creatures,
Which makes it hard to recognize
An oyster by its features.
An oyster can't go any place.
It huddles in it's shell;
And, though it hasn't got a face,
I guess it's just as well.
An oyster's personality
Is dull beyond expression;
And meeting oysters suddenly
You get a poor impression.
The gayest oyster never spends
It's time in fun or roistering,
Which means an oyster's only friends
Are people who go an' oystering.
The people greet it with a knife
And lemon juice---and therefore
I often think an oyster's life
Is not a life I'd care for.