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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... Songtexte 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 Aus Songtexte Mania