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.

‘‘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.

Piping down the valleys wild,           
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,                 
And he laughing said to me:

‘‘Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read.’’
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.

‘‘Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer:!’’
So I sang the same again,
Every child may joy to hear.           
 
 

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