I have a little shadow, who goes in and out with me.
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very very likely to examine me from my heels up to my head.
But he also will push me out, when I go to hospital bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow.
It’s because he doesn’t pay like proper business, instead it’s very slow.
When I need a doctor, he is very very tall.
When I need to pay for it, there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close to K Street, he’s a coward you can see;
I wish Tweety would stick to facts as that shadow sticks with Cheney!

One morning, very early, before the son was here,
I rose and found the shining new away every fear ;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant talking-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

All apologies to RLS.