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.