Benny Hill
They said that it could not be done,
He said 'Just let me try.'
They said, 'Other men have tried and failed,'
He answered, 'But not I.'
They said, 'It is impossible,'
He said, 'There's no such word.'
He closed his mind, he closed his heart...
To everything he heard.

He said, 'Within the heart of man,
There is a tiny seed.
It grows until it blossoms,
It's called the will to succeed.
Its roots are strength, its stem is hope,
Its petals inspiration,
Its thorns protect its strong green leaves,
With grim determination.

'Its stamens are its skills
Which help to shape each plan,
For there's nothing in the universe
Beyond the scope of man.'
They thought that it could not be done,
Some even said they knew it,
But he faced up to what could not be done...
And he couldn't bloody do it!

Edgar A Guest (1881-1959)

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But she with a chuckle replied
That 'maybe it couldn't', but she would be one
Who wouldn't say so till she tried.

So she buckled right in with a trace of a grin
On her face. If she worried she hid it.
She started to sing as she tackled the thing,
That couldn't be done and she did it.

Somebody scoffed: 'Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it'
But she took off her coat and she took of her hat,
And the first thing we knew she'd begun it.

With a lift of her chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
She started to sing as she tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and she 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.

The end