It couldn't be done
Somebody said that it couldn't
be done,
But she with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't",
but she would be one
Who wouldn't say so till
she tried.
So she buckled right in with
a trace of a grin
On her face. If she worried
she hid it.
She started to sing as she
tackled the thing,
That couldn't be done and
she did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll
never do that;
At least no one ever has
done it"
But she took off her coat
and she took of her hat,
And the first thing we knew
she'd begun it.
With a lift of her chin and
a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or
quiddit,
She started to sing as she
tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and
she 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.
Edgar A Guest (1881-1959)