A great, white glistening cloud of vapor
Made from the sunshine glinting off their wings
The air was filled with enormous-size flakes
A snowstorm in the heat of the summer
Two hundred thousand miles of locusts
Ate crops, grass, wool, and leather — everything
They even chewed the clothes off people’s backs
The bugs took everything but the mortgage
A chapel was built on a hill top
The Virgin Mary with two grasshoppers
Carved in stone over the church entry way
Asking the saint for relief from the plague
But it wasn’t the work of god that saved
Over-farming killed all the locusts eggs