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 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 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 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
in to sing as you tackle the thing
That
“cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.
