In fields where golden cows do graze,
There lies a treasure, rich and sublime,
Aged in cellars, through moonlit haze,
Unfolds the story of cheese in time.

From curdled milk to wheels divine,
A journey pure, a craft so fine,
Each bite a note, in tangy rhyme,
A melody of taste, in perfect line.

Soft brie whispers, with velvet grace,
Gouda sings of lands afar,
Cheddar roars with an earthy bass,
A symphony of flavors in a jar.

So let us toast to this delight,
A food that bridges day and night,
Cheese, a muse in every bite,
A creamy dream, pure and bright.