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