Black Crickets

The winter of fortynine had passed

A winter of haunt n fear

Hunger had knocked at the city-gates

And threatened the pioneers

Then low in the east strange clouds appeared

And dark became the sun

And the courage to fight and win a war

Was all of a sudden gone

Black crickets

By 10s millions or more

Black crickets

By 10s millions or more

Until the fields that waved were few

Black crickets

Crickets by tens of millions came

Like fog on a british coast

They swept down from the mountainsides

Settled by the mormon post

Then the oldest 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 the nest and two days went by

They all prayed by the end of their work

The unexpected guests would fly

They saw the nest the vision occured

And the dogs would wag their tails

Crickets all shouted: "Bird is the word"

The insects hit the trail

All heads were bowed as they thanked the lord

And they reaped while the devil raved

'Coz their harvest was saved to tons of praise

And the pioneers were saved

Black crickets...

Thousands of millions

Millions of billions

Billions of trillions

Trillions of zillions

D.A.Dillions of fantazillions

Of black crickets