Johnnie Verbeck
This is a campfire song.
Lyrics
There was a little Dutchman, his name was Johnnie Verbeck.
He was a dealer in sausages, sauerkraut, and speck.
He made the finest sausages that ever you did see.
Until one day he invented a wonderful sausage machine.
Chorus:
Oh, Mister Johnnie Verbeck, how could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
All the neighbour's cats and dogs will never more be seen,
For they'll be ground to sausages in Johnnie 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, and he whistled up a tune,
And all the little sausages went dancing 'round the room.
Chorus
One day the machine got busted and the blamed thing wouldn't go.
So, Johnnie 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 Johnnie Verbeck was meat.
Chorus