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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.


Six Bucks and Ten (A Pound) by MMario
(To the tune of Three Score and Ten)

Methinks I see a herd of leech
Staining the waters black
As in the stagnant pool they sit
waiting for some scraps
And methinks I see, in each jumbo leech
a host of moolah made
For when I pack them up as bait
is when I will get paid!

For it's Six Bucks and ten
Pay out again
If you want the world's best bait
These slimy things, good luck will bring
when after walleye you will go
So cough it up, Haul out the dough!
This bait is selling fast
I only have a couple tons, I gotta make it last!

Neph-a-lop-sis Ob-scur-a
is what the sucker's called
By Scientists, biologists
and nomenclature snobs
I call them my own Black Gold
And I can tell you why
I feed them trash, they bring me cash
I hope that they never die!

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