Because it's always good to have another perspective...pay special note to the last stanza, especially now.
It's All the Same to the Clam
You may leave the clam on the ocean's floor,
It's all the same to the clam.
For a hundred thousand years or more,
It's all the same to the clam.
You may bury him deep in mud and muck
Or carry him around to bring you luck,
Or use him as a hockey puck,
It's all the same to the clam.
You may call him Jim or Frank or Nell,
It's all the same to the clam.
Or make an ashtray from his shell,
It's all the same to the clam.
You may take him riding on the train,
Or leave him sitting in the rain.
You'll never hear the clam complain,
It's all the same to the clam.
Yes, the world may stop or the world may spin,
It's all the same to the clam.
And the sky may come a-fallin in,
It's all the same to the clam.
And man may sing his endless songs
Of wronging rights and righting wrongs.
The clam just sets--and gets along,
It's all the same to the clam.
Shel Silverstien from A Light in the Attic
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