In a town long ago called Braunau am Inn, there was a young boy,
With dreams in his heart and a life to enjoy.
He played with his friends, and he learned in the school,
But sometimes his choices would make him act cruel.

His name? Adolf Hitler.

And Braunau am Inn is located in Upper Austria on the Austrian-German border. His father, Alois, was a customs official while his mother, Klara, came from a poor peasant family.

He wanted to paint, to create, and to write.
With brushes and colors, he'd hope to be great,
A world full of art was his future—his fate.

He dreamed of a gallery, his work on display,
But not all went as planned along the way.

In Germany, for all to see.
He promised change, he spoke with might,
And many thought he’d make things right.

But with his words, he spread some fear,
And told some lies that weren't so clear.
He blamed some people for the pain,
And made them suffer, caused them strain.

He made a deal with Italy and promised strength, but secretly,
He signed with others, like Japan, to build a group, a troubled clan.