"There was a little Dutchman, his name was Johnny Verbeck.
He was a dealer in sausages and sauerkraut and spec.
He made the finest sausages that ever could be seen.
Until the day that he invented his sausage making machine.
Oh, Mister Johnny Verbeck, how could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs will never more be seen.
They'll all be ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.
One day a little fat boy came walking in the store.
He bought a pound of sausage and piled them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle, he whistled up a tune.
And all the little sausages went dancing 'round the room.
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One day the meat inspector came knocking at the door,
He said, "I've come to check your shop, or give me money more!"
Johnny got really angry, he pushed him in the meat,
He fired up the ol' machine and now there's more to eat.
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One day there was a shortage, there was no meat to grind.
So Johnny called the city pound to see what he could find.
They said, "We're out of business, we keep the strays no more."
"But we'll send all our future finds directly to your door."
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One day a scout leader, he had a brilliant thought.
He'd spend his cash in Johnny's store for meat that he had sought.
"Mexican Lasagna", the recipe did read.
The irony was that the taste was fabulous, indeed!
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Have you ever wondered, when you go to camp,
why all food is plentiful, and never gives a cramp.
But early in the morning you'll see the trucker go,
and labled on the driver's door is "Johnny Verbeck & Co."
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One day the machine was busted the darn thing wouldn't go.
So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so.
His wife, she had a nightmare while walking in her sleep,
She gave the crank an awful yank, and Johnny Verbeck was meat.
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