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James McIntyre - Ode on the Mammoth Cheese
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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.
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