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 self-same way. I must not madly step aside, Where pleasure's paths are smooth and wide, And join in wine's red revelry -- A little fellow follows me. I cannot once escape his eyes: Whate'er 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, The little chap who follows me. I must remember as I go, Through summer's sun and winter's snow, I'm building for the years to be, A little fellow follows me. |