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.