Ode On The Mammoth Cheese.

Weight over seven thousand pounds.             We have seen thee, queen of cheese,             Lying 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, oh! queen of cheese.             We'rt thou suspended from balloon,             You'd cast a shade even at noon,             Folks would think it was the moon             About to fall and crush them soon.