In a village by the hill,
Lived a girl named Lisa, still.
With steps so light, and eyes so bright,
She danced beneath the moon's soft light.
Oh, Lisa's dance, so light and free,
In the meadow's embrace, for all to see.
With a twirl and a leap, like a melody,
In Lisa's dance, joy finds its key.
She danced with grace, she danced with glee,
Through fields of gold, and by the sea.
With every step, she'd leave a trace,
Of joy and laughter, in every place.
Oh, Lisa's dance, so light and free,
In the meadow's embrace, for all to see.
With a twirl and a leap, like a melody,
In Lisa's dance, joy finds its key.
With each pirouette, she'd spread her cheer,
Bringing smiles, far and near.
For in her dance, the world would spin,
In a dance of joy, she'd always win.