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,

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