A Father’s Prayer 2
A careful man I ought to be,
A little fellow follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear hell go the selfsame way.
I cannot once escape his eyes,
What ere he sees me do he tries.
Like me he says hes going to be
The little chap that follows me.
He thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine.
The base in me he must not see
The little chap who follows me.
I must remember as I go,
Thru summers sun and winters snow
Im building for the years to be
That little chap who follows me.