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| It Couldn't Be Done |
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But with a chuckle replied
That maybe it couldn't, but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in
with the 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
ever has done it;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit
of a grin,
Without any doubting or quittit,
He started to sing as 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 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.
-- Edgar A. Guest |
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