Once there was a Dutchman, his name was Johnny Verbeck
He was a dealer in sausages and sauerkraut and spec
He made the finest sausages you ever would have seen
One day he invented the sausage-making machine

Oh, Mr. 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
All ground up into sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine!

One day a boy came walking, he walked right in the store.
He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle, he whistled up a tune.
And all the little sausages went dancing 'round the room.

Oh, Mr. 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
All ground up into sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine!

One day the thing was broken, the darn thing wouldn't go
So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed inside, to see what made it so
His wife, she had a nightmare, and walking in her sleep
She gave the crank an awful yank and Johnny Verbeck was meat!

Oh, Mr. 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
All ground up into sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine!

The tune is a swinging 2/4 beat in roughly alegro moderato tempo. As for the song itself, it's an old scout campfire song, with quite a number of different versions, this being the one that I remember from my own camping days.

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