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 to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and YOU'LL DO IT.

Edgar
A. Guest (1881 - 1959)
https://OldPoetry.com