the hopper of grasses

He zings through tall grasses and lands on my knee I try my best to pull this sticky legged insect off me He chortles and chuckles and pings off in the wind. This hopper of grasses surely has annoyed and sinned. Another one of these pests zings onto my shirt. Giving me the willies, I scream at my cousin Bert Get the lightening bug jar, let’s catch this foul creature This grasshopper gives me a wink; he’s the double feature Why are they so sticky? They are as tricky as glue. And why, Bert, do these creepers never land on old you? I guess I’m not as sweet, he says, with a wide smile. Another one lands on me, says “Hi! Just call me Lyle!”