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Not once can I escape his eyes;
what'er
he see me do he tries.
Like me he says he's going to be,
That 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 chap who follows me.
I must remember as I go
thru summer sun and
winter snow;
I'm building for the years to be
that little
chap who follows me