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.

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