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

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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.

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