The once who miss all the fun
Are those whose says"It can't be done."
In solemn pride they stand aloof
And greet each venture with reproof.
Had they the power they'd efface
The history of the human race.
We'd have no radio or motor cars,
No street lit by electric stars.,
Nor telegraph nor telephone,
We had linger in the age of stone.
The world would sleep if things were run
By those who says, "It can't be done."
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