The song we camp staffers sing after all the kids eat their sausage is now stuck in my head...
There once was a dutchman his name was Johnny Verbeck, he was a dealer of sausages sourcrout and spec. He made the finest sausages the world has every seen, until one day he invented a wonderful sausage-making machine.
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 grown to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.
One day a little fat boy came walking in the store, he bought a pound of sausages and piled them on the floor. The boy began to whistle, he whistled up a tune. And all the little sausages began 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 grown to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.
One day the meat inspector came knocking on the door, he said I've come to inspect your shop or give me money more. This made Johnny angry, he pushed him in the meat. He fired up that ol' machine and now there's more to eat!
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 grown to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.
Have you ever wondered that when you go to camp, why all the food is plentiful and never gives you cramps. Well early in the morning you'll see the trucker go and labeled on the driver's side is Johnny Verbeck and Co.
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 grown to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.
One day the machine got busted the darn thing wouldn't go. So Johnny Verbeck climbed inside to see what made it so. His wife she had a nightmare while 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 grown to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.
