Four Feet

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.

Rudyard Kipling