From Songs of Innocence

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.