It Couldn't Be Done---Edgar Al

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.