Somebody said that it couldn't be done, <br /> But, he with a chuckle replied <br />That 'maybe it couldn't,' but he would be one <br /> Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried. <br />So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin <br /> On his face. If he worried he hid it. <br />He started to sing as he tackled the thing <br /> That couldn't be done, and he did it. <br /> <br />Somebody scoffed: 'Oh, you'll never do that; <br /> At least no one has done it'; <br />But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, <br /> And the first thing we knew he'd begun it. <br />With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, <br /> Without any doubting or quiddit, <br />He started to sing as he tackled the thing <br /> That couldn't be done, and he did it. <br /> <br />There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, <br /> There are thousands to prophesy failure; <br />There are thousands to point out to you one by one, <br /> The dangers that wait to assail you. <br />But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin, <br /> Just take off your coat and go to it; <br />Just start to sing as you tackle the thing <br /> That 'couldn't be done,' and you'll do it.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-couldn-t-be-done-4/
