Bar Harbour is a lovely place
A National Park in Maine
Where tourists flock to see the sights
Returning again and again
They have a thousand different plants
A rainbow bright and gay
And if you visit in the Fall
It changes day by day
The plants are not the only draw
It stands beside the sea
The loud Atlantic surging in
A thrill for you and me
Along the rocks there is a place
That's known as Thunder Hole
The waves come crashing in so fast
The sea just seems to boil
I stand and listen to the roar
A smile upon my face
The noisy sea comes rushing in
And fills this wondrous place
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