Disclaimer: Before anyone asks, yes, I did write this because of Ordeith's "Unfinished Storybook". I didn't actually want to write this, but the first few lines wouldn't get out of my head for a couple of days. Therefore, I've decided to write it, but write it like one of my short stories, giving updates every day/every other day. I hope you enjoy, though I know it can't compare to it's inspiration.
There once was a cricket,
Who was born in a thicket.
He had a body of gray,
Like fog in the early day.
His name was Hopper Down,
The first son of a clown.
He was born with a smile,
Cheerful all the while.
Whilst he was quite youthful,
Hopper was taught to be truthful,
So he swore to never lie,
Even if he might die.
One day, the young bug,
Gave his mother a hug,
And traveled to a town,
As the clown, Hopper Down.
A circus he'd join,
To earn a few coin.
He started out small,
Rolling around on a ball.
He quickly rose through the ranks,
And placed lots of coins in the bank,
When he met another young cricket,
Who was also born in a thicket.
Her name was Triple Bee,
An odd name though it be.
She had a body of green,
And a figure quite lean.
To be continued...
Hopper Down
There once was a cricket,
Who was born in a thicket.
He had a body of gray,
Like fog in the early day.
His name was Hopper Down,
The first son of a clown.
He was born with a smile,
Cheerful all the while.
Whilst he was quite youthful,
Hopper was taught to be truthful,
So he swore to never lie,
Even if he might die.
One day, the young bug,
Gave his mother a hug,
And traveled to a town,
As the clown, Hopper Down.
A circus he'd join,
To earn a few coin.
He started out small,
Rolling around on a ball.
He quickly rose through the ranks,
And placed lots of coins in the bank,
When he met another young cricket,
Who was also born in a thicket.
Her name was Triple Bee,
An odd name though it be.
She had a body of green,
And a figure quite lean.
To be continued...