I have a little shadow
Which follows me around,
Although I’m often standing up
It much prefers the ground.
It’s such a faithful replica,
With no imagination.
It always copies what I do
Without consideration!
Please, may I ask you, one and all,
(Perhaps somebody knows)
Why with each passing daylight hour
My shadow shrinks and grows?
Another fact I’ve noticed
On a dull and dreary day
My shadow very sensibly
Hides thoroughly away.
And can You tell me, why at night
As I walk down the street,
***My shadow moves and multiplies
But never leaves my feet?
Then at the end of every day
As I switch off the light,
My shadow jumps in bed with me
And sleeps right through the night?
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