Piping Down the Valleys WildWilliam BlakePiping 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.