"Isn't the [lightning darling? Fear not the thunder, little one. It's weather, simply weather; It's friendly giants full of fun Clapping their hands together. I hope of lightning our supply Will never be exhausted ; You know it's lanterns in the sky angels who are losted. We [[love] the kindly wind and hail, The jolly thunderbolt, We watch in glee the fairy trail Of ampere, watt, and volt."