Ode on the Mammoth Cheese

written by

« Reload image

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.

© James McIntyre