Piping Down the Valleys Wild

 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.

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