My Shadow

I have a little shadow, thar goes in and
out whith 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
he likes to grow.
Not al all, like proper children, which is
Always very slow
For he sometimes shoot up taller, like an
india rubber ball.
And he sometimes gets so little that there´s
none of him al 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 dwe on every
Buttercup
But my lazy little shadow, like and arrant
sleepy- head
Had Stayed at home behind me, and was fast
asleep in bed.


William Shakespeare