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No. 20 - Duet - Mitzi and Max
| Mitzi: | Once in the window of a ham and beef shop Two little sausages sat! |
| Max: | One was a lady and the other was a gentleman, Sausages are like that! |
| Mitzi: | He fell a victim to her simple charm, And her form he would have embraced. |
| Max: | But a sausage, you see, never has any arm, And the lady hadn't got any waist. |
| Both: | What a pair of happy little sausages! Theirs was a very pleasant fate. So they snuggled up together In the chilly winter weather, Both on the same cold plate — Well, it wasn't such a very cold plate! |
| Mitzi: | One sad day those sausages quarrelled, Ended was all their joy. The reason was that she said she caught him winking At a saucy little saveloy. |
| Max: | "Pooh, my dear," said the gentleman sausage, "You may think I'm a flirt? Well, I am! But I've seen you sitting on the same bit of parsley As that wicked old knuckle of ham!" |
| Both: | What a pair of silly little sausages! Theirs was a bitter, bitter pill; For they very quickly parted And it left her broken-hearted, While he joined a bad mixed grill — Yes, it really was a very mixed grill! |
| Mitzi: | Long years after on a luncheon counter Those little sausages met. |
| Max: | She was engaged to the wing of a chicken, But he hadn't got off yet. |
| Mitzi: | Soon they were reconciled, and then, of course, She consented to name the day. |
| Max: | So the barmaid dressed her in a tissue-paper frill, And the waiter gave her away. |
| Both: | What a pair of jolly little sausages! Nothing their happiness can dash. And on any day you'll meet 'em, For there's no one wants to eat 'em; He calls her his own sweet mash — So you see that they are sausage and mash! |
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Page modified 10 December 2016