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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.


Sixteen Bucks by derrymacash
(To the tune of "Sixteen Tons")

I was born one morning, in the midst of a swamp
The ground was soggy, the air was damp
There was a wriggling and a writhing in the slime and the mud
As the leeches came a-crawling to taste new blood

Chorus:
You pay 16 bucks and what do you get?
A pound of blood-sucking invertebrates
St Peter don't you call me, cos I can't go
I'm making a fortune out of nematodes

I've spent all of my life anaemic and white
The hand that feeds, these guys don't bite
They find a vein, clamp on and suck
Growing big and juicy, an ounce a buck

Chorus

So come all you greedy enterpreneurs
You venture capitalist millionaires
The money I earn would make you seeck (poetic licence)
And it's dress-down Friday every day of the week

Chorus, repeated ad nauseam

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