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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.

Edgar Albert Guest (1921*). “Poems: A Souvenir”
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