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 write 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 songs Every child may joy to hear.