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.