I have done mostly what most men do, And pushed it out of my mind; But I can't forget, if I wanted to, Four-Feet trotting behind. Day after day, the whole day through, Wherever my road inclined, Four-feet said, "I am coming with you!" And trotted along behind. Now I must go by some other round,, Which I shall never find, Somewhere that does not carry the sound Of Four-Feet trotting behind.
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