"... happy little sausages!"
I was listening to the BBC classical channel, heard Two Little Sausages, found the lyrics (below), and somehow, Hipparchia managed to find the YouTube! Since understanding the process of sausage making is so very, very important these days, I thought I'd post them:
[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.
Which encapsulates the "progressive" political dilemma rather neatly, I think. At least as to actual political accomplishments, as opposed to providing cover for what the people to whom they've been given access planned to do anyhow.
[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!