Impossible; It's Possible

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 fol-de-rol 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 dewy-eyed dopes

Keep building up impossible hopes

Impossible things are happening every day

Impossible

Impossible

Impossible

Impossible

Impossible

Impossible

Impossible

Impossible things are happening every day

Is that true, Godmother?

Well, yes, I suppose so, in a way

Then I continue to build my impossible hope for tonight

And I officially wish—

Officially wish?

I officially wish and wish and wish

All those things I said about the pumpkin and the mice and the rats

Impossible

Just the same, I'm wishing it

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

They will!

Such fol-de-rol 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 dewy-eyed dopes

Keep building up impossible hopes

Impossible things are happening every day

Look!

Oh, Godmother

I had to do it, I had to do it

You wished for it so hard, I just had to do it

Oh, oh, Godmother, what a beautiful dress

Oh, this old thing

It's eight-hundred-and-thirty-two years old

Oh, but where are you going?

Why, I'm going to take you to the ball

Oh, oh, but I have nothing to wear

Who says you haven't? Look at yourself

Oh, how beautiful!

Come on, now, the ball will be over before you get there

It's possible

For a plain yellow pumpkin

To become a golden carriage

It's possible

For a plain country bumpkin

And a prince to join in marriage

And four white mice are easily turned to horses

Such fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee of course is

Quite possible

It's possible

For 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 dewy-eyed dopes

Keep building up impossible hopes

Impossible things are happening every day

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible