"If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride"

If only she had listened
but when you are only three what do you hear
an ice-cream van playing a little jingle
someone's radio playing very near
She wished she hadn't turned over
to feel the deep heat of sun on my back
Daisy promised she would stay at the edge
and collect cockle shells in her tiny net sack
How could she have fallen asleep
amidst Ambre Solaire and the heat
with Richard and Judy's pick of the week
and sand and shingle at her feet
The men said she wouldn't have suffered
It was a very very huge wave
Not to try and blame herself
She would have to be strong and incredibly brave
No one seemed to see it happen
The cruel sea snapped her up in a flash
All anyone remembers is a pretty
little girl in a spotty sundress.
The waves continue to tumble
sand and shingle continues to crash
We can wish all that we want to
but alas she will not be the last.