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I have a little shadow that goes
in and out with me.
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me whi I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is
the way he likes to grow-
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometime shoots up taller like an India rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that theres's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how
children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way,
He stays so clsoe besid me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before
the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepyhead,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
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