| It Couldn't be Done 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. |
| Edgar A. Guest |