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.

I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day

Don't give up, what've you do; eyes front, head high to the finish. See it through!

He started to sing as he tackled the thing. That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Spring's greatest joy beyond a doubt is when it brings the children out.

You are the person who has to decide. Whether you'll do it or toss it aside.

A feller's glad to be a friend, Out fishin'. A helpin' hand he'll always lend, Out fishin' The brotherhood of rod and line An' sky an' stream is always fine; Men come real close to God's design, Out fishin'. A feller isn't plotting schemes, Out fishin'. He's only busy with his dreams, Out fishin' His livery is a coat of tan; His creed, to do the best he can; A feller's always mostly man Out fishin'.