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Ode to the Mammoth Cheese

By James McIntyre

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.

[Yardstick]

That’s one of those that makes your screen get all misty.