Cos I am only small.
I’m following in your footsteps,
And I don’t want to fall.
Someday when I’m all grown up.
You’re what I want to be;
Then I will have a little child,
Who’ll want to follow me.
And I would want to lead just right,
And know that I was true;
So, walk a little slower, Dad,
For I must follow you.
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