In fields where golden meadows gleam,
The dairy cows, a pastoral dream,
Yield forth their milk, so pure and white,
To craft the cheese, our heart’s delight.

From curds to whey, the journey starts,
With artisans’ and makers’ arts,
They shape and mold, with hands so skilled,
The cheese, a magic, dream fulfilled.

Aged in caves, in dark, cool air,
The flavors grow, with tender care,
Sharp and tangy, mild and sweet,
A dance of tastes, a grand retreat.

On crusty bread or in fine fare,
Cheese graces tables everywhere,
A treasure, timeless, rich and bold,
A story of delight, retold.