Innocense and Joy by W.Blake

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasan 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
Every child may joy to hear.