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'