Somebody 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’d 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 ever has done it.”
But he took of 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 quiddit;
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 can’t be done;
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to enumerate, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you:
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Then take off your coat and go to it;
Just start into sing as you tackle the thing
That cannot be done – and you’ll do it.