Donderbeck

There was a fat old Dutchman
And his name was Donderbeck.
He dearly loved his sausage meat,
His sauerkraut and speck.
He had the finest sausage mill,
The finest ever seen;
He ground up rats and pussycats
In his wonderful machine.

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Oh, Donderbeck, oh Donderbeck,
How could you be so mean?
To ever have invented
Such a terrible machine?
For all the neighbor's cats and dogs
Will nevermore be seen—
They're all ground up for sausage meat
In Donderbeck's machine.

One day the machine was broken,
The darn thing wouldn't go,
So Donderbeck, he crawled inside
The reason for to know.
His wife was having a nightmare;
She was walking in her sleep.
She gave the crank a terrible yank,
And Donderbeck was meat!

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