A Little Fellow Follows Me

A careful man I ought to be,
A little fellow follows me.
I do not dare to go astray,
For fear he'll go the selfsame way.
I cannot once escape his eyes,
what're he sees 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 chap who follows me.
I must remember as I go,
Thru summer's sun and winter's snow.
I am building for the years to be,
In that little chap who follows me.

Author ~ Claude Wisdom White from Texas --- contributed by Nancy Minegar