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There was a little Dutchman and is name was Dunderbeck.
He used to deal in sausages and sauerkraut and speck.
He made the finest sausages that ever you did see,
And then one day he invented a wonderful sausage machine.

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     Oh, Mister, Mister Dunderbeck 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.
     For they’ve been ground to sausages in Dunderbeck’s machine.

One day a boy came walking, came walking in the store,
He bought a pound of sausages, and he laid them on the floor.
And the boy began to whistle, and he whistled up a tune,
And all the little sausages went dancing ’round the room.

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One day the machine go busted, the blame thing wouldn’t go,
So Dunderbeck he climbed inside to see what made it so.
His wife she had a nightmare, and walking in her sleep,
She gave the crank a heck of a yank, and Dunderbeck was meat!

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