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Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes in the night A madman stands on a hill and shouts: “Now I'll catch you in a bag And you'll be shining in it I'd like you to be mine!” The boy rushes to the woods, to the field, to the stream He's trying to catch Lightning! All the villagers came out to see it As on the hill the madman was running and wondering He must be in a quarrel with his head He must be his own enemy He must be a fool to invent such a thing! The lad rushes to the woods To the field and to the brook To catch the lightning! In the morning the night hero walked slowly along the country road All shaggy and gray-haired and smiling That boy rushes to the woods, to the field, to the brook To catch the lightning!