TWO LITTLE SAUSAGES. From the comic operetta The Girls of Gottenberg

Once in the window of a ham and beef shop,
Two little sausages sat.
One was a lady and the other was a gentleman
Sausages are like that.
He fell a victim to her simple charms
And her form he would have embraced,
But a gentleman sausage doesn't have any arms,
And a lady doesn't have any waist!

What a pair of jolly little sausages,
Theirs was a very happy fate.
So they snuggled up together,
In the chilly, chilly weather,
Both on the same cold plate,
But it wasn't such a very, cold, plate.

One sad day, those sausages quarrelled,
Ended was all their joy.
She'd caught him flirting on the same bit of parsley,
As a saucy little saveloy.
Pooh! My dear, said the gentleman sausage,
you may think I'm a flirt, well I am,
But I've seen you lying on the same bed of lettuce
As that wicked old knuckle of ham.

What pair of silly little sausages,
There's was a very bitter pill.
So they very quickly parted ,
And he left her broken hearted,
When he joined with a bad mixed grill,
Yes it a very mixed grill

Long years later on a luncheon counter,
Those little sausages met.
She was engaged to the wing of a chicken,
But he hadn't got off yet.
Soon they were reconciled and of course,
She consented to name the day.
So a waitress wrapped her in a tissue paper frill,
And the waiter gave her away.

What a pair of happy little sausages,
Nothing their joy could ever dash
So that any day you'll meet 'em,
Cause there's no one wants to eat 'em
He calls her his own sweet hash,
So you see that they are banger and mash.

This was a little ditty that my mother used to play on the piano, and that she and I would sing the words to, often entertaining people at the annual birthday parties and festivals, way back in the 50's