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Well, it's fifty miles to Kennebunkport
As the crow flies, as the crow flies,
And it's fifty miles to Kennebunkport
As the crow flies from here.
Oh it's fifty miles to Kennebunkport,
And if I was a crow that's the way I'd go,
Neither crow nor hawk so I'll have to walk
To Kennebunkport from here.
Well, it's fifty miles to Kennebunkport
As the trout swims, as the trout swims,
And it's fifty miles to Kennebunkport
As the trout swims from here.
Oh it's fifty miles to Kennebunkport,
And if I was a trout I'd glide about,
Neither trout nor pike, so I'll have to hike
To Kennebunkport from here.
Well, it's fifty miles to Kennebunkport
As the hare hops, as the hare hops,
And it's fifty miles to Kennebunkport
As the bunny hops from here.
Oh, it's fifty miles to Kennebunkport,
And if I was a hare I'd sure get there;
Neither hare nor doe, so I'll heel and toe
To Kennebunkport from here.
