It Couldn't Be Done


An anthology of inspirational material, for use in putting together "Scouts Own" ceremonies

compiled by:
Neil Savage
Exeter, New Hampshire
Digital Equipment Corporation
Maynard, Massachusetts


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 a 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 to that;
As least, no one has ever done it."
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing he knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of the 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 await 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.

-Edgar A. Guest