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 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 gets 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 before me and was fast asleep in bed

(Written by Robert Louis Stevenson)

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