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