Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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.

3 comments:

Thomas Fleming said...

I could just about handle the refrain of that song, but not the rest--it was too macabre! That's probably why I forgot all the other words. Heck, this could have been Jeffrey Dahmer's theme song--and Grandma would sing it to us, too! I guess people were thicker-skinned in the old days. Probably came from eating all those sausages!

Before we were old enough for such "adult" songs, Grandma would rock us (well, me anyway) in the chair and sing a song about a "kitty" and a "ball"--but I can't remember the words now. Do you?

The Queen/aka Red Bear said...

Rock, rock, rockety rock, rock'en to and fro, tick tock, tickey tock, the old clock ticks so slow.

Grandma's knitting stockings, pussy's got the ball, now isn't that the grandest story of them all.

She would sing this to Connor and Aaron when they were babies too. Nothing like an oldie but goodie!

Can you pass this on to Tom? I am not sure how to do that! I will email him and tell him to check out my answer on you blog.

The Queen/aka Red Bear said...

Ooops.... "tickety tock", not "tickey tock"!

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