‘ 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
Every child may joy to hear.