Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:"Pipe a song about a lamb!"So I piped with merry cheer."Piper, pipe that song again."So I piped: he wept to hear."Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer."So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear."Piper, sit thee down and
In a book, that all may read."So he vanished from my sight,
And I plucked a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy
Every child may joy to hear.
