In a town quite charming and merry, Lived a girl who was small and very, Her name was Lily, just eight years old, With eyes of wonder and a heart of gold. With dreams of dresses, full of grace, She set off for a shopping chase, To find a gown that's truly grand, To wear and twirl as she'd planned.

Through the streets, she skipped along, With her list of stores, both short and long, She knew her size, but what she desired, Was a dress that made her spirit inspire. First, she entered a shop quite petite, Where dresses sparkled from head to feet, But alas, they were all too long for Lily, Who didn't want a dress so frilly.

Then she stepped into a boutique close by, Where dresses shimmered, reaching the sky, But none seemed to fit her small frame, "Oh dear!" she sighed, feeling a bit ashamed. But Lily was persistent, her hopes still high, She wouldn't give up, she wouldn't sigh, She dashed into a shop just down the street, Hoping this time her search would be sweet.

And there in the window, she saw it shine, A dress so dainty, so perfectly fine, It was just her size, oh, what a delight, The dress she'd dreamed of day and night! With excitement bubbling, she tried it on, And like magic, it fit from dusk till dawn, Its color reflected her every smile, Lily felt like a princess, full of style.

She danced in her dress with joy and glee, A shorter girl she may always be, But she learned that beauty shines from within, For every heart, big or small, can surely win.