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.