In the whimsical hallways of Whimsy School, Where lockers cluck and clocks do drool, There was a mystery, oh so grand, A secret door, not seen by hand.

Young Sally Sprigs, with eyes so bright, Found on her locker a peculiar sight! A tiny knob of golden hue, A keyhole calling, 'Turn me through!'

Boop! Bop! Bing! The locker sang, As Sally turned the knob with a clang. The door swung open with a shwooshing roar, Revealing wonders, never seen before!

A talking turtle named Tim was there, "Solve my riddle, if you dare!" he declared with a grin, "What's heavy forward, yet backward is light?" "Can you crack it on first sight?"

Sally pondered, eyes all aglow, Then with a twinkle, she said, "I know!" "It's 'ton' and 'not,' that's the key, Now what's beyond this doorway, please let me see!"

Tim chuckled with a satisfied nod, "Through the door, follow!' he trod. Bright geometric flowers began to bloom, In a land where numbers twirled like a tune.

Quirky characters jumped into view, A singing spoon, a dancing shoe! "Dance with us if you wish to proceed, Each step right equals a rhyming deed!"

With rhythm in her heart and feet, Sally danced to the rhyming beat. "What has a face and two hands, but no arms or legs?" The spoon sang with a rhythmic egg.

A giggle slipped, and Sally knew, "A clock! A clock ticks true!" Through another door, she pranced with glee, Into a forest of whispering poetry.

Leaves recited lines old and new, The air was thick with poetic dew. "To reach the end, a final task, Find the word in the shadows that bask."

Sally searched through the dappled light, Shadows shifting, out of sight. Until at last, she shouted with might, "The word is 'BRIGHT' in shadow's flight!"

A door of shimmering light appeared, 'Congratulations!' the voices cheered. Back to her locker with a triumphant jump, Feeling savvy, smart, and plump!