A figure on a rocky hill, silhouetted by brilliant lightning, holds a bag as villagers watch from the valley below.

Thunder rumbles, Lightning flashes in the night, And on the hill stands a madman shouting: "I'll catch you in my bag now, And you'll sparkle in it I so want you to be mine!" Now the boy rushes to the forest, Now to the field, now to the stream. He always strives to catch Lightning! All the village folk came out to watch this, As the madman ran and acted strangely on the hill. "He's obviously at odds with his own mind, Apparently he's his own enemy, To think up such a thing – what a fool!" In the morning, along the country road, The night hero walked slowly, All shaggy and gray, And he smiled... See more