Bella the Beauty Girl was bright as the sun, with hair like silk spun in a web that she'd spun.

Each morning she'd bounce out of bed, brush her hair with a swish and a swish, then off she'd dash to the kitchen to wish.

She'd wish for some strawberries, sweet as can be, and a milkshake so creamy, just for me!

Off to the park, with a twirl and a skip, to chase after butterflies dancing in a dip.

With a giggle and a wriggle, on the swing she'd soar, as high as the clouds, then back for some more.

Home she'd trot, as the sun starts to wane, to settle in bed with a mystical mane.

Her wishes of wonder and moments so grand, showed true beauty lies in fun times and dreams hand in hand.