A Little Fellow Follows Me

A careful man I ought to be,

A little fellow follows me.

I dare not go astray,

For fear he'll go the self-same way.

I cannot once escape his eyes, Whatever he see me do, he tries. Like me, he says, he's going to be, The little chap who follows me.

He thinks that I am good and fine, Believes in every word of mine. The base in me he must not see, That little fellow who follows me.

I must remember as I go,

Thru summers' sun and winters' snow. I am building for the years to be, This little chap who follows me.