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.
