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.

by Rev. Claude Wisdom White, Sr.