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
They've all been ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine
One day a little fat boy came walking through the door
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 were 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
They've all been ground to 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
Along came his wife, who was 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
They've all been ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine
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