'The end is near,
So hide me please, dear.
They'll bring down their knife,
To all of new life.
The end is nigh,
She'll fall from up high.
Grenades thrown in hurls,
To her precious little curls.'
River woke up in a cold sweat, as worry filled her mind.
'The baby... Oh my gosh, they mean the Daisy!' River shouted. 'Doctor, wake up, they're talking about Daisy!'
The Doctor woke up at the sound of his daughter's name.
'Hmm?' He muttered.
'My dream. They were talking about Daisy.'
'Wait, sweetie, what was your dream about?'
'It was... A poem, a song. “The end is near... Hold me dear...” No, hide me. Um, “they'll bring they're knife to new life”? “The end is... Nigh, she'll fall from up high... Grenades threw in... Hurls to her little curls.” They mean Daisy. She's not safe here.' She broke into a sweat again, now panting frantically.
'River, River. Calm down. Go and get Daisy, I'll fly us out to a holiday planet, yeah? I'm sure it was just a dream. Now, go on, she needs her mummy.'
'Yes... As much as I hate admitting it, you're right. It was probably just a bad dream. I guess my body got paranoid because there's no baby growing inside my tummy now.' River laughed slightly. She walked over to Daisy's cot and carried her over to the double bed.
'Just relax, my love. I'll take us to Woman Wept, yeah?'
River nodded, that was her favourite holiday destination.