A Little Child Follows Me
A careful soul I want to be;
A little child follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he'll go the selfsame way
I cannot once escape his eyes;
Whatever he sees me do, he tries;
Like me he says he's going to be --
That little child following me.
He thinks that I am good and fine;
Believes in every word of mine.
The bad in me he must not see--
That little child following me.
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