DUNDERBECK'S MACHINE

Once there was a Dutchman, whose name was Dunderbeck.
He was very fond of sausages and sauerkraut and speck.
For tasty, spicy sausage meat his appetite was keen,
So he built himself a great enormous sausage meat machine.

Chorus: Oh Dunderbeck, oh Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean?
I'm sorry you invented that terrible machine,
Where pussycats and long-tail rats will never more be seen,
For they've all been ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine.

He opened up a sausage shop and sold them by the score.
His customers, they loved them and demanded more and more.
He soon ran out of pork and beef and wondered what to do.
Then he caught some cats and dogs and rats and ground them in it, too. (chorus)

One day a very little boy came walking in the store
To buy a pound of sausage meat and eggs a half a score,
And as the boy was standing by he whistled up a tune,
And the sausages began to hop and dance around the room. (chorus)

Then something got the matter, the machine, it would not go.
So Dunderbeck, he crawled inside, the reason for to know.
His wife, she had a nightmare, and walking in her sleep,
She gave the crank a hell of a yank, and Dunderbeck was meat.