On a cloud, I saw a child.

And he laughing said to me.

Pipe a song about a Lamb;

So I piped with merry chear,

Piper pipe that song again—

So I piped, he wept to hear.

Piper sit thee down and write

In a book that all may read—

So he vanish'd from my sight.

And I wrote my happy songs

Every child may joy to hear.