The Crickets of Jiminy

You know the birds don’t fly
In the sunlit sky
Near the isle of the crickets of Jiminy
They had flown before
But the throne bid war
And the King’s men killed off their enemies
It was The Battle of Nigh
When the kestrels cried
«Retreat! Defeats on the wind!»
For all the locusts swarmed
To a potent storm
And the battle soon drew to an end
We’re The Crickets of Jiminy
Still the earth was wet
From the blood they’d let
And the pools, they set to collecting
It seemed dissent and subversion
Had led to desertion
The Ministry’s troops were defecting
You want to go then go
If you don’t then don’t
Say you will, say you won’t
You don’t say?
But if you leave, that’s that
When you’re gone, you’re gone
And you don’t come back
No way
There’s no way
If they fight like their fathers before them
When the war ends they’ll go home
And when we sing then we’ll sing 'til the morning
'The Lords of the Feather have flown'