Black Crickets Songtext

The winter of fortynine had passedA winter of haunt n fearHunger had knocked at the city-gatesAnd threatened the pioneersThen low in the east strange clouds appearedAnd dark became the sunAnd the courage to fight and win a warWas all of a sudden goneBlack cricketsBy 10s millions or moreBlack cricketsBy 10s millions or moreUntil the fields that waved were fewBlack cricketsCrickets by tens of millions cameLike fog on a british coastThey swept down from the mountainsidesSettled by the mormon postThen the oldest old man got this bright ideaAnd he called for all the menWe'll build a giant nest & the crickets will fearThat the big bird is her eagain!!Black crickets...They constructed the nest and two days went byThey all prayed by the end of their workThe unexpected guests would flyThey saw the nest the vision occuredAnd the dogs would wag their tailsCrickets all shouted: "Bird is the word"The insects hit the trailAll heads were bowed as they thanked the lordAnd they reaped while the devil raved'Coz their harvest was saved to tons of praiseAnd the pioneers were savedBlack crickets...Thousands of millionsMillions of billionsBillions of trillionsTrillions of zillionsD.A.Dillions of fantazillionsOf black crickets