Kennebunkport - Malvina Reynolds

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.