this's a short and nice poem
by:Rudyard Kipling
I have a little Shadow that goes in and out with me .
And what can be the use of him is more than i can see .
He is very , very like me from the heels up to the head .
And i see him jump before me , when i jump into my bed .
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow .
Not at all like proper children , which is always very slow .
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an indian rubber ball .
And he sometimes gets so little that theres none of him at all .
One morning , very early , before the sun was up .
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup .
But my lazy little Shadow , like an arrant sleepy head .
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in be