So just let me be beside the seaside
I do love to stroll upon the Prom Prom Prom
Eat my chips beside the sea
Stand child-like in front of the merry-go-round
Enchanted by the myriad of colours
Remembering days when the girls were small enough to be picked up
and carried on to their chosen horse, where they would cling desperately, wide grins beaming across their smiling faces
And indeed, days when I was little and trips to the seaside were the highlight of my summer.
