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The Song Challenge:   Don't Ya Crawl Too Slow, Move Along Lil' Suckahs . . .    – DULUTH, Minnesota (AP) -- Phil DeVore thinks of himself as a rancher.  But he doesn't ride the range tending his herd, he just drops meat scraps into the pond.  DeVore raises leeches on his farm south of Superior, Wisconsin.  He says the little suckers are like black gold.   The leeches are prized by fisherman as bait.  DeVore tells the Duluth, Minnesota, News Tribune he's working 20 hours a day this time of year to keep up with demand.  DeVore's jumbo leeches sell for about 16 dollars a pound -- more expensive than steak.  He says even if he wanted to eat leeches, he couldn't afford it.


Last Six Leeches by SharonA
(Tune: "Plastic Jesus")

Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes.
Long as I have my last six leeches
Ridin' in my cup of styrofoam,
Through all streams and tributaries
I will fish though daylight varies;
With my last six leeches, I will roam.

CHORUS: Last six leeches, last six leeches,
Ridin' in my cup of styrofoam,
Through all streams and tributaries
I will fish though daylight varies;
With my last six leeches, I will roam.

I don't care if it's carp or walleye
Long as I have my suckin' small fry
Ridin' in my cup of styrofoam
I feel I'm a fishin' stallion
I bought a whole damn leech battalion
Ridin' in my cup of styrofoam

(CHORUS)

No, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my last six leeches
Ridin' in my cup of styrofoam
But I think they'll have to go
Into the water, sinkin' low
And when I catch some fish, I can go home.

(CHORUS)

I don't care if I reeled or wrestled,
Long as I know a leech is nestled
Ridin' in the stomach of each trout.
When I give my wife the mess
Of fish to clean, Her Nagginess
Will find the leech inside and pull it out.

(CHORUS)

God made fishin' fun, it's true.
God made naggin' housewives, too.
Paradoxes populate my home.
"Bring back leeches in a bass,
She says, "Or they'll be on your ass
If they're in that cup of styrofoam."

(CHORUS)

Haughty wifey, smug and smilin',
Looks so dainty and beguilin'
Reachin' in my cup of styrofoam.
Her message clear: Fish night and day,
Or my poor butt is gonna pay
If I'm gone too long away from home.

(CHORUS)

Well, I don't plan on fornicatin'
Long as I have my wife a-waitin'
With her big fillet knife back at home.
I stick with her so she'll wash my breeches;
Guess I'm bad as my last six leeches
Ridin' in my cup of styrofoam.

(CHORUS)

If I stay out late at night,
My rod's just fishin' by moonlight;
That's the only reason that I roam.
I've gotta bring back fish to eat
Or she'll lock me out in the street,
Cryin' in my cup of styrofoam.

LAST CHORUS: Last six leeches, last six leeches,
Ridin' in my cup of styrofoam.
Fish with me and have a leech
And cast as far as you can reach
"Cause I still need some fish to take back home!

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