The Three Mile Hike
To the tune of "Gilligan's Island"
New lyrics Copyright (C) 2001, Keith Comer

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
A tale of some little girls
Some tall, some short, some pony-tailed
And some with braids or curls.

These girls were were Indian princesses
In that they were alike
They set off with their dads one day
For a three mile hike
(A three mile hike)

The smallest one said to the rest
"I heard a bluebird cough,
It's back behind that bush up there."
The whole group wandered off

The dads looked 'round, the girls were gone
One said, "They were by that fern!"
The other said, "Who's watchin' 'em?"
"I thought it was your turn!"
(Thought it was your turn.)

The girls didn't even realize
That they had gotten lost
They liked to be out on their own
They were sick of bein' bossed

They crawled around, they's checkin' out
The flowers, bugs, and seeds
Until they saw that they were in
The poison ivy weeds
(The poison ivy weeds)

They itched, they scratched, they screamed and yelled
But it didn't do no good
Their dads were far away from them
A-searching through the wood

The sky it started getting dark
The girls were getting scared
The smallest one was shivering
"I'm hungry", she declared

Then all at once the dads appeared
The itchy girls were glad
The smallest one, the shy one, too
The silly one, and her friend
The noisy one
The red-head and Mary Anne
Each one hugging her dad!


Send comments, compliments, suggestions, additional verses, subpoenas, etc., to:
Keith Comer (keith.comer@cox.net)

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