It Couldn't Be Done
Edgar Guest

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.
Reply To Mooseman
By Sandman

Mooseman said it could be done
So I went off and tried it.
I plugged it in and switched it on
And promptly bloody fried it.

I stripped it down to see what broke.
And pulled out all the wires
And lots of bits were very stiff
So I got them off with pliers

I laid them out in front of me
And all looked fine and dandy
I thought, I’ll put them back again
But first I’ll have a brandy

I started to rebuild the thing
I thought “This is no bother.”
Soon I had it built again
With enough left for another.

I plugged it in and switched it on
And with a mighty flash
The whole thing just exploded
And left a pile of ash.

So if you believe the Mooseman
And no doubt even lingers
Just say to yourself, “It can be done.”
But mind your bloody fingers.