Johnny Verbeck

There was a little Dutchman, his name was Johnny Verbeck

He was a dealer of sausages and sauerkraut and spec

He made the finest sausages the world did ever see

`Til the day he invented the wonderful sausage 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 nevermore be seen

They've all been ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine

One day a little fat boy came walking in the store

He bought a pound of sausages and piled them on the floor

The boy began to whistle, he whistled up a tune

And all those little sausages went dancing around the room

One day the thing got busted, the darn thing wouldn't go

So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so

His wife she had nightmare, came walking in her sleep

She gave the crank an awful yank and Johnny Verbeck was meat