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 a merry chear.
``Piper, pipe that song again;'' So I piped: he wept to hear.

``Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy chear:''
So I sung the same again, While he wept with joy to hear.

``Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read.''
So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'd a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear.