I have a little shadow that q goes in and out ou with my,
And what can be the use of him is more that I can see,
He is very very like me from the heels up to 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 e very slow ;
For he all sometimes shoots up taller like an India rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little than there. None 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 me in every sort of way ;
He stay so close beside me he's a coward you can see,
I'd think shame to nurse nursing nursie as that shadow stir 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. I fast asleep in bed.
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