In a village green, where the sun does gleam,
Lived a boy named Hans, with a clever scheme.
With a twinkle in his eye, and a mind so keen,
He outsmarted all, in the fields serene.
Oh, Clever Hans, with a plan in sight,
In the golden fields, where dreams take flight.
With wit and charm, he'd make his way,
In the world of cunning, day by day.
He tended the fields, with diligence rare,
But his mind wandered off, without a care.
For he solved puzzles grand, with a simple glance,
Proving his wit, in the village dance.
Oh, Clever Hans, with a plan in sight,
In the golden fields, where dreams take flight.
With wit and charm, he'd make his way,
In the world of cunning, day by day.
In the end, it was not the puzzles solved,
But the kindness shared, that Hans evolved.
For in his heart, he held a treasure rare,
A spirit of goodness, beyond compare.