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 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.