A careful man I ought to be, A little fellow follows me. I dare not go astray, For fear he\'ll go the self-same way. I cannot once escape his eyes, Whatever he see 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, That little fellow who follows me. I must remember as I go, Thru summers\' sun and winters\' snow. I am building for the years to be, In the little chap who follows me.