In presenting this delicate, dainty morsel to the imagination of the people,
I believed that it could be realized.
I viewed the machine that turned and raised the mamoth cheese, and saw the powerful machine invented by James Ireland at the West Oxford companies factory to turn the great and fine cheese he was making there.
This company with but little assistance could produce a ten ton cheese.
Who hath prophetic vision
In future times a ten ton cheese,
Several companies could
To furnish curd for great
More honor far than making
Of mighty size and many a ton.
Machine it could be made with
That could turn this monster cheese,
The greatest honour to our
Would be this orb of finest brand,
Three hundred curd they would need
For to make this mammoth cheese.
So British lands could
Three hundred provinces in one state,
When all in harmony
To be pressed in one like this cheese,
Then one skillful hand could
Power to move British empire.
But various curds must be
And each factory their curd must grind,
To blend harmonious in
This great cheese of mighty span,
And uniform in qualityA glorious reality.
But it will need a powerful
This cheese queen to caress,
And a large extent of
Hoop will encircle in its arms,
And we do not now despair,
But we shall see it at world's fair.
And view the people all agog,
Excited o'er it in Chicago,
To seek fresh conquests queen of
She may sail across the seas,
Where she would meet reception
From the warm hearts in old England.
