Ode on the Mammoth Cheese

We have seen the Queen of cheese,     Laying quietly at your ease,     Gently fanned by evening breeze —     Thy fair form no flies dare seize.     All gaily dressed soon you'll go     To the great Provincial Show,     To be admired by many a beau     In the city of Toronto.     Cows numerous as a swarm of bees —   Or as the leaves upon the trees —   It did require to make thee please,   And stand unrivalled Queen of Cheese.   May you not receive a scar as   We have heard that Mr.

Harris   Intends to send you off as far as   The great World's show at Paris.   Of the youth — beware of these —   For some of them might rudely squeeze   And bite your cheek; then songs or glees   We could not sing o' Queen of Cheese.   We'rt thou suspended from baloon,   You'd cast a shade, even at noon;   Folks would think it was the moon   About to fall and crush them soon.