It Cant Be Done
The man who misses all the fun
Is he who says, It cant be done.
In solemn pride he stands aloof
And greets each venture with reproof.
Had he the power hed efface
The history of the human race;
Wed have no radio or motor cars,
No streets lit by electric stars;
No telegraph nor telephone,
Wed linger in the age of stone.
The world would sleep if things were run
By men who say, It cant be done.
Dude, WTH? You seem to have posted to the wrong freeper.