the sounds of cautious little footsteps fill our house once again.

“walk a little slower daddy,
i’m following in your footsteps
and i don’t want to fall.

sometimes your steps are very fast,
sometimes they’re hard to see;
so walk a little slower, Daddy,
for you are leading me.

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, daddy,
for i must follow you.”