THE LITTLE ONES WHO FOLLOW ME.

A CAEFULL MAN I WANT TO BE,
THE LITTLE THAT ONES WHO FOLLOW ME.
I DO NOT DARE TO GO ASTRAY
FOR FEAR THEY WILL DO THE SELFSAME WAY.
I CANNOT ONCE ESCAPE THEIR EYES.
WHAT'ER THEY SEE ME DO THEY TRY.
LIKE ME, THEY SAY THAY WANT TO BE,
THE LITTLE ONES THAT FOLLOW ME.
I MUST REMEMBER AS I GO THROUGH SUMMER
SUN AND WINTER SNOW, I'M BUILDING FOR THE YEARS TO BE.
THE LITTLE ONES FOLLOW ME.