Lit2Go

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 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.