Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, / On a cloud I saw a child.

And I made a rural pen, / And I stained the water clear, / And I wrote my happy songs / Every child may joy to hear.

The second that I watched 'Glee' with my brother, I loved it. I fell in love with it and I saw myself there.

My mother groan'd, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud

In this weak piping time of peace.

My mother bore me in the southern wild, / And I am black, but O! my soul is white.