This is how we learned it growing up...
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Oh mr and mrs Johnery Beck, how could you be so mean, I told you you'd be sorry for inventin that machine. Now all the neighbors cats and dogs will never more be seen, they'll all be ground to sausages in Johnery Becks machine.

One day a little fat boy came walking 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 came dancin around the room.

One day the old thing busted, the ole thing wouldnt go. So Johnery Beck stuck in his neck to see what made it so. His wife was having a nightmare walking in her sleep. She gave the thing a heck of a yank and Johnery Beck was meat.