Black Crickets

The winter of fortynine had passed

A winter of haunt n fear

Coz hunger had knocked at the city gate

And threatened the pioneers

Then low in the east strange clouds appeared

And dark became the sun

And the courage to fight n win a war

Was all of a sudden gone

Black crickets

By 10 of millions or more

Black crickets

By 10 of millions or more

Until the fields that waved were few

Black crickets

Crickets by 10 of millions came

Like fog on a british coast

They swept down from the mountain sides

Settled down by their mormon host

Then the eldest old man got this bright idea

And he called for all the men:

We'll build a giant nest & the crickets will fear

That the big bird is here again!!

Black crickets...

They constructed this nest 2 days went by

They all prayed that by the end of their work

The unexpected guests would fly

They saw the nest the vision occured

& the dogs would wag their tails

The crickets all shouted: Bird is the word!

And the insects hit their trail

All heads were bowed as they thanked their lord

And they reaped while the devil raved

Coz their harvest was saved to tons of praise

And the pioneers were saved

Black crickets...

Hundreds of thousands

Thousands of millions

Millions of billions

Billions of trillions

Trillions of zillions

D.A.Dillions of fantazillions

Of black crickets