Oh the benches were stained with tears and perspiration
The birdies were flying from tree to tree.
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree.
And the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me.

What makes the Oscars mediocre surely is that even when the right people get honoured, it's hardly ever for their best work. A bit the same way that Chuck Berry's only really big hit single was "My Ding-a-Ling"...