It Couldn't Be Done<br/><br/>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 ever 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 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 "cannot be done," and you'll do it.