In heaps they swim
Buzzing with lilts and speed
Chewing on the Green in the region
Dazzling with joy at the feast
Dancing the Disco
Daunting the farmer
And the Fisher alike

Brooding and breathing heavily
The farmer arms himself with spray
Aims at the army from the plane
Picks at some for the pallate
BUT
The army marches on
Casting darkness to the nation
Food rations soon reduce
As government efforts
In want they increase

Soon the land is all yellow
The greenery fattening the Locust
And while some grow dark
It's only because they're
Launching another invasion
Across from here

As the dance relaxes
The land is bereft of cover
Brown is brandished
And sorrow and solemn
Is the rhythm of the
Locust