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 goTo the great Provincial Show,To be admired by many a beauIn 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 asWe have heard that Mr. HarrisIntends to send you off as far asThe great World's show at Paris.
Of the youth -- beware of these --For some of them might rudely squeezeAnd bite your cheek; then songs or gleesWe could not sing o' Queen of Cheese.
We'rt thou suspended from baloon,You'd caste a shade, even at noon;Folks would think it was the moonAbout to fall and crush them soon.
