it is not impossible, just improbable

I know I am a bright, beautiful, talented, divinely created woman. I also realize I am a very silly girl. For this I am both sorry for and love myself for. I am sorry for my silliness because it often leads to disappointment, I believe the improbable to be possible quite readily. On the flip, I love myself for it because the improbable is not impossible which people who have lost their silliness often forget.



Impossible, for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage?
Impossible, for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage?
And four white mice will never be four white horses?
Such falder-all-and-fiddle-dee-dee of course is impossible!

But the world is full of zanies and fools, Who don't believe in sensible rules, And won't believe what sensible people say, And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes, Impossible things are happening everyday!