Hans the Dutch Boy Poem

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In Holland, by the windmills' sail,
Lived Hans, a boy both small and frail.
With wooden clogs and curly hair,
He roamed the tulip fields so fair.
One day, he heard a dreadful sound,
A leaky dam, water seeping 'round.
Without delay, he sprung to act,
His finger plugged the hole, a brave pact.
He stood for hours, unwavering,
As villagers praised his endeavoring.
With cheeks all red and shoes all wet,
He knew he couldn't quit just yet.
As morning broke, relief arrived,
The townsfolk saw Hans still alive.
They fixed the dam and hugged him tight,
A hero's glory, pure delight.
From that day on, in Dutch folklore,
Little Hans's tale forevermore,
A tale of courage, grit, and joy,
Of bravery in a small Dutch boy.