A TRIBUTE

The following poem was sent to him by a Queensland schoolgirl a few days after he’d landed:

Somebody said 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 ‘til he’d tried. There are thousands who tell you it cannot be done There are thousands to prophecy failure, There are thousands who’ll point out one by one The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a grin, Then take off your coat and go to it Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That “cannot be done” – and you’ll do it.