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Weighing over 7,000 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.