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 sang 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.