Someday
said that it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle, replied That
“maybe it couldn’t ”, but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he tried. So
he buckled right in with a trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He
started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done—and he did it. Somebody
scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that; At least no one never
has done it.” But
he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing we know he’d begun it. With
the lift of his chin, and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit. He
started to sing he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it. There
are thousands to tell you it cannot be done; There are thousands to prophesy failure; There
are thousands to point out to you, one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But
just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just
start to sing as you tackle the thing That “cannot be done”, and you’ll do it. |
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