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 the courage to fight and win a war
until the fields that waved were few
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 and 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 occurred
and the dogs would wag their tails
crickets all shouted: bird is the word"