Up in the streets of Palomar there lived a mean old man
His name was Mr. Johnny Rebeck and he could surely plan
In his neigborhood there were lots of cats and dog and ring-tail rats a few
So Johnny Rebeck he made a machine that would grind them all to stew".
One day the meat inspector came knocking at the door,
He said, "I've come to check your shop, or give me money more!"
Johnny got real angry and pushed him in the meat,
He fired up the old machine and now there's more to eat.
One day there was a shortage, there was no meat to grind.
So Johnny called the city pound to see what he could find.
They said, "We're out of business, we keep the strays no more."
"But we'll send all future finds directly to your door."
One day a scout leader, he had a brilliant thought.
He'd spend the cash in Johnny's store for meat the he had sought.
"Mexican Lasagna", the recipe did read.
The ironey was that the taste was fabulous, indeed!
Have you ever wondered, when you go to camp,
the food is good and plentiful, and never gives a cramp.
But early in the morning you'll see the trucker go,
and lettered on the driver's door is "Johnny Verbeck & Co."
Notes: For all of you that were fortunate enough to go to
the YMCA, or the YWCA, or go to a kids camp, or just sang
school songs around a campfire, do you remember?