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 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.

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