In a world where lemons grow with pride,
There lived a girl, her spirit undenied.
With golden tresses, a smile so bright,
She weaved her dreams in the lemon's light.

Young and brave, her hands deftly danced,
Crafting cakes and goods, a sweet romance.
From dawn till dusk, she toiled with zest,
Creating delicacies, her very best.

With starch and lemons, a magical blend,
She baked her dreams, a message to send.
Her goods are a symbol of resilience and might,
A testament to turning darkness into light.

The fair approached, a bustling affair,
A...