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Here's a story about a Leprechaun
But it's not exactly what you think
For this one was over seven foot tall
Til one day when he started to shrink

Now everybody knows about leprechauns
And how they hide their pot of gold
But you better wait til this story is over
So now, listen close, to how it's told

Now Tuck was a little more than 7 foot tall
He picked the apples straight off the trees
He also like to play those leprechaun games
Course he had to play on his knees

See, Tuck wasn't no ordinary leprechaun
He was from the hills of Tennessee
Now Hillbilly leprechauns are really rare
And It's something that you hardly ever see

He was born at the end of a magic rainbow
Way back in leprechaun hollow
And the first time you see one that's 7 foot tall
Well, that was just something kinda hard to swallow

They banished him from the leprechaun clan
So, one day, he set out on his own
He found himself, in a place called Ireland
Thousands of miles from home

When he come across three tiny leprechauns
Just sitting and shooting the breeze
See, they'd been trying for hours now
To knock the apples out of those trees

Tuck said, "Fellas I can get you them apples,
But tell me, what's in it for me?"
See, Tuck was a very good horse trader
When he was living back in Tennessee

"We'll trade you our pot of gold", one said
But his fingers were crossed, and he was faking
So Tuck grabbed a hold of one of those limbs
And the whole dang tree started shaking

Those apples started falling everywhere
Just bouncing all over the ground
When one of them picked up a golden apple
And yelled, "Hey Tuck, look what I found"

Now them Irish leprechauns are mighty sneaky
And Tuck took it before he was thinkin'
He opened his mouth and took a big bite
And that's when he suddenly started shrinkin'

All three leprechauns started to laugh
And said, "You're no taller than a garden gnome"
But that's exactly what he was hoping for
For now Tuck can go back home

See, a leprechaun would never give up his gold
And he knew it was some kind of trick
The shrinking spell is the oldest in the book
And they're left with the short end of the stick
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