sweet song Mom would sing to us.

There once was a Dutchman, whose name was Johnny Quebec

He made the finest sausages and sauerkraut and speck.

He made the finest sausages that ever you have seen

And one day he invented a wonderful sausage machine.

Oh, Mr. Johnny Quebec, 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'll all be ground to sausages in Johnny Quebec's machine!

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

Oh, Mr. Johnny Quebec, 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'll all be ground to sausages in Johnny Quebec's machine.

One day the darn machine broke,the darned thing wouldn't go;
So Johnny Quebec climbed down inside to see what made it slow.
His wife was having a nightmare and walking in her sleep.
She gave the crank an awful jerk and Johnny Quebec was meat!

Justice after all! This was my all-time favorite song as a child, always a treat when Mom would sing it. As she sang, I illustrated the words in my head, imagining Mr. Quebec chasing those poor animals. And the little boy freeing the doggie & kitty-sausages. The tune is quite catchy, very upbeat and happy. No sissy songs for us...Thanks, Mom.

Mom wrote out the words and ended it with this notation:

**Learned at Camp Immokalee, 1946 Campfire Song. Also learned to float.