[Instrumental overture — a delicate piano melody tries a little turn, pauses, then tries again] [Spoken — Lily, puzzled] It worked when I imagined it. My arms went here... My feet went... Oh. That wasn't where they were supposed to go. [Verse 1] I watched the mirror carefully, Then pointed out my toe. I lifted up my little arms, So sure I knew the show. My tutu made a pretty swish. My feet went their own way. I stopped beside the wooden rail. “I can't do this today.” [Chorus] Wobble, wobble, little turn, There is so much left to learn. I can make it smaller. I can take it slow. I can ask for help With the steps I do not know. One deep breath, Then try again. Find my feet And start where I am. Wobble, wobble, little turn, I'm still here, And I can learn. [Extended instrumental — flute follows a tentative piano phrase; strings gently help it find its way] [Verse 2] Miss Maya sat beside me And waited for a while. She listened to my little sigh With such a patient smile. “Let's try a little smaller. You haven't learned it yet.” She gave me room to start again, A chance I wouldn't get If I packed away my slippers And left my dream behind. I whispered that small word again And kept it in my mind. [Spoken — Lily, discovering] Yet. I can't do it... yet. That's a very little word. But it leaves the door open. [Chorus] Wobble, wobble, little turn, There is so much left to learn. I can make it smaller. I can take it slow. I can ask for help With the steps I do not know. One deep breath, Then try again. Find my feet And start where I am. Wobble, wobble, little turn, I'm still here, And I can learn. [Extended ballet interlude — develop the melody through small, gentle variations; leave generous space for movement] [Verse 3] I let my shoulders settle down. I felt the wooden floor. I made the smallest turn I could, Then tried that turn once more. It wasn't like the dancer's turn Beneath the theater light. But I was standing on my feet, And something felt more right. A tiny smile came creeping back. I looked up from my shoe. The room was still the same old room, But I knew something new. [Bridge] A seed begins beneath the ground. A bird first tries its wings. A song begins with just one note Before somebody sings. My dance can have a little start. My feet can take their time. That big, bright dream I brought to class Can grow one step at a time. [Spoken — Lily, with a small laugh] I thought trying again Would mean doing the same big turn. But sometimes... trying again means making it smaller. [Long instrumental — playful pizzicato strings echo little footsteps; the piano melody becomes steadier without rushing] [Verse 4] At home, I showed my tiny turn To Mom beside the chair. Dad moved the little footstool back To give me room in there. My heel slipped just a little bit. I stopped and found my place. Then tried again, a smaller turn, A smile upon my face. “I almost put my dream away,” I told them when we met. “But I can keep my dancing shoes. I'm learning how to dance... yet.” [Final chorus — warm and confident, keeping Lily's voice small and natural] Wobble, wobble, little turn, There is so much left to learn. I can make it smaller. I can take it slow. I can ask for help With the steps I do not know. One deep breath, Then try again. Find my feet And start where I am. Wobble, wobble, little turn, I'm still here, And I can learn. [Gentle refrain] A little turn. A little try. A little breath When I want to cry. A hand nearby. A place to start. Two learning feet. One hopeful heart. [Spoken ending — Lily, softly] I still wobble sometimes. But next time there's music... I'm going to try again. [Long instrumental outro — reprise the opening piano phrase, now calm and complete; flute and strings settle into a gentle ending]
