There was a little Dutchman, his name was Johnny Bobeck
He was a dealer in sausages, in saurkraut and speck
He made the finest sausages the world has ever seen
Until the day that he invented that wonderful sausage machine
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Oh, hey, Mr. Johnny Bobeck, 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 by Johnny Bobeck's machine!
One day a little Dutch boy came walking in the store
He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor
He then began to whistle, he whistled up a tune
And all the little sausages, they danced around the room
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One day the thing was broken, the darn thing wouldn't go
So Johnny Bobeck climbed inside to see what made it slow
His wife was having a nightmare, a-walking in her sleep
She gave the crank a heck of a yank, and Johnny Bobeck was meat!
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