I have three children under six, so reading nursery ryhmes is a regular event at the house. The more I read them the more I’m convinced that these rhymes are written more for the parents than they are for the kids and that adults often miss out on them, because they think they are only for children. I recently read “It Can be Done” the other day and had to put it on the bog for others. Here you go adults. May it inspire you not to miss the fun or reward of hard work.
The man who misses all the fun
Is he who says, “It can’t be done.”
In solemn pride he stands aloof
And greets each venture with reproof.
Had he the power he’d efface
The history of the human race;
We’d have no radio or motor cars,
No streets lit by electric stars,
No telegraph nor telephone,
We’d linger in the age of stone.
The world would sleep if things were run
By men who say, “It can’t be done.”
