Three little girls skip hand-in-hand
Along the beach with russet sand
They dance with the waves and the foamy water
But they fail to see the demon’s daughter
She comes from afar and takes the tide
But the three little girls do not hide
They skip out to see the littered shells
But then comes the great wave of Hell
The girls all scream and run away
But never again will they see the day
The wave sucks them up and washes inland
It takes the trees, the houses, the thin sand
Even after days, you can see its path
A great patch of land, destroyed by its wrath