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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, 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 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 beside 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.