Limerick 1, the Sausage Seller
Limerick 1 – The sausage seller
I used to know a sausage seller called Franz
Who could never resist a dance
But whenever he was waltzing
Mice were assaulting
And stealing his wurstchen
Whenever he gave them the chance.
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