Who is that person following me?
Up, down. Up, down. Up down the tree!
I tried to outrun it- I did my best,
But this figure is now a pest!
I throw things on it hard and soft,
It stands there tall and strong!
I sat and wonder, how to get it gone,
And has it been there long?
I tromp and stomp and jump, up and down,
I wish it would frown!
And as you do from day one,
I sat down and cried with my mum.
"Why is this person following me?
Why can't I set it free?"
My mum, she laughed and through her head back.
"Sight is what you lack!"
I looked around from side to side,
"I guess my eyes have lied."
"I have one too sweetie-pie,
He watches and guides and us through our lives!"
She stood me up took off my hat,
And we went for a nap.
I sniffled and ran to where I last sat.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I want my shadow back!"