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MY SHADOW
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, when 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 sometimes shoots up
taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so
little that there'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 close behind
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 sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind
me and was fast asleep in bed.
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