(A Poem by Benny Hill)
They said that it could not be done, he said just let me try.
They said, “Other men have tried and failed,” and he answered, “But not I.”
They said, “It is impossible,” he said, “There is 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, its 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!