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.