It Couldn’t Be DoneAs heard on the Good Stuff with Jim Thompson

  • 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 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 in to sing as you tackle the thing

  • That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

Author: Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)