Sat down and perform'd an original air,
With a dozen superb variations.
When he fancied his audience was growing more warm,
And the interest rapidly heightening,
He treated the room to an improvised storm,
With abundance of thunder and lightning.
It seemed as if peal after peal rent the sky,
With a rumbling sepulchral and hollow;
And fierce lurid flashes pour'd forth from on high,
With a speed that no mortal could follow.