The grasshopper 

The tiny grasshopper jumped 

In a hurry it was a bit scrimped 

A pair of round eyes peeped out

Nice to witness the pretty stout 

It never crashes its jackhammer paws

It suddenly crunched in the corner jaws

It took a sturdy stance for a moment there

To hop for some imminent hidden fear 

It’s long legs rest on the ground 

Just like a teased hungry hound 

Treacherous it looks at times

Scissor like antennas so Devine 

Oh have mercy on the poor hopper 

It is neither an aeroplane or a chopper