Be An “I Can” Giant
As on through Life’s journey we go, day by day,
There are two whom we meet, at each turn of the way,
To help or to hinder—to bless or to ban,
And the names of these two are “I Can’t” and “I Can!”
“I Can’t” is a dwarf, a poor, pale, puny imp,
His eyes are half blind and his walk is a limp,
He stumbles and falls, or lies writhing in fits,
And for those who would help him plants snares and digs pits.
“I Can” is a giant, unbending he stands,
There is strength in his arms, and skill in his hands,
He asks for no favors, he wants but a share
Where labor is honest and wages are fair.
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“Now, let’s stick together, boys,” said the first of three flies as they lit on the piece of tanglefoot.
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