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Thursday, June 22, 2000  permanent URL for this entry

How 'bout them toad suckers,
ain't they bawg?
Settin' there suckin' them
green toady-frogs.

Suckin' them hop-toads,
Suckin' them chunkers,
Suckin' them leapy types,
Suckin' them clunkers.

Lookit them toad-suckers,
ain't they snappy?
Suckin' them bog frogs
sure makes 'em happy.

There's hugger-mugger toad-suckers
way down south,
Stickin' them sucky-toads
in they mouth.

How to be a toad-sucker,
no way to duck it,
Git yerself a toad, rare, ripe,
and suck it!

I found that on the cover of the June 1989 issue of "Netmonth", an early e-zine that billed itself as "The independent guide to BITNET". (I stumbled on a hardcopy while looking for a nineteen-year-old document that someone (correctly) suspected I might still have a copy of).

In Netmonth, the verse was labelled "A Folk Chant from the Ozarks". But it's also one of the "Them Poems" by Mason Williams (with very slightly differ