Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
And I with a chuckle replied,
That "maybe it couldn't," and I would be one
Who wouldn't say so til I tried!
So I buckled right in with the trace of a grin,
On my face - if I worried I hid it.
I started to sing as I tackled the thing,
That couldn't be done, and I did it!
Somebody scoffed, "Oh you'll never do that!
Well, at least, no-one ever has done it!"
So I took off my coat, and I took off my hat,
And the first thing they knew I'd begun it!
With a lift of my chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or I'll quit it,
I started to sing, as I tackled the thing,
That couldn't be done, and I did it!
There are thousands to tell me it cannot be done.
There are thousands who prophesy failure.
There are thousands who point out to me, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail me.
And I'll just buckle in, with the trace of a grin.
I'll just take off my coat and go to it.
I'll just start to sing, as I tackle the thing,
That "cannot be done," and maybe, I'll do it!
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