Somebody said 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 try.
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 tiling
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
---- Edgar A. Guest
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