EnLightenment

Lightning is a funny beast:
It shows no favorites in the least,
Except perhaps those under trees—
Be they cows or Ph.D.s.

The French once thought, to ring a bell
Would send that lightning back to hell;
Church bells they rang in vainest hopes:
The lightning traveled down the ropes.

Lightning is a funny beast:
It shows no favorites in the least,
Except perhaps a towering steeple,
And ignorant, bell-ringing people.

Ben Franklin, after stormy nights
Of playing 'round with keys and kites,
Devised for us the lightning rod
To redirect this wrath of God.

Lightning is a funny beast:
It shows no favorites in the least,
Except a rod stuck in the air—
Those down below are glad it's there.

So when I hear the thunder sound,
I know that I should go around
Unplugging things that might get struck;
I know I shouldn't trust my luck…

Cuz lightning is a funny beast:
It shows no favorites in the least,
'Cept tall things, like the masts of ships—
And small things, like computer chips.

                             —Anon A. Mouse

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