In a small town nestled amongst rolling hills,
There lived a fearsome creature, causing chills.
His name was The Hopper, who would heavily tread,
With only two legs, he filled the people with dread.

Long ago, when he was just a foal,
The townsfolk had hobbled him, took his control.
Bound by cruel chains, his spirit crushed,
He vowed revenge, his anger fanned and rushed.

Now he roamed the land, a sight to fear,
His eyes burning with a vengeful leer.
He galloped oddly sure on his two legs, swift and strong,
A force of nature, to him nothing could ever go wrong.

The Hopper's fury knew no bounds,
As he trampled crops and tore through towns.
The people trembled at his hoofbeats' sound,
Their hearts filled with fear, their spirits wound....