But though 'e ran and ran and ran across the countryside
There was not a 'ut, a twig, a tree in sight.
'E was getting rare discouraged, and then suddenly 'e spied
A gentleman a flying of a kite.

Sam stopped in sheer amazement and 'e said, "Lord love a duck!"
The stranger turned and smiled and said "Amen!
Come over 'ere my friend, there's no need standing in the muck
My name is Franklin... neighbors call me Ben.",

Sam gulped and said, "'Ow are you, Ben? My name is Samuel Small,
And now that we two know each other's names
'Ave you noticed it is raining, and it's lightning and all?
It's a silly sort of day for playing games."

Ben turned to Samuel Small with quite a patronizing gaze,
And said, "No doubt, you think that I'm insane.
Most any idiot can fly a kite on sunny days;
I'm smart... I like to fly them in the rain."
 

Just then there was a gust of wind, the kite began to dive
And fell to earth with one gigantic swing,
And Franklin was quite petulant. 'E said, "Land sakes alive,
I'll 'ave to put a weight upon the string."

Then fishing in 'is pocket, 'e secured a great big key
That looked as though it weighed a half a ton,
'E slipped it on the string and said, "That does it, now, let's see
You go and 'old the kite and I shall run."

So Sam went off and 'eld the kite and Ben ran down the 'ill ,
And up she went without the least mishap.
And with the key to steady it, it flew serene and still
Until there came a fearful thunderclap.

Preceded by a lightning flash that made Sam's eyeballs sting
And seemed to sort of whip 'im to and fro;
When it was gone, Sam noticed that the key upon the string
Was giving off a ruddy purple glow.

Continue Return