Publisher's Synopsis
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 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...
