No Picnic Being Cheese
Stephens/Rue
STINKY CHEESE MANIT'S NO PICNIC, BEING CHEESE.
IF YOUR NAME IS MONTRACHET OR BEL PAESE
STILL YOU BETTER STAY OUT OF THE BREEZE OR (IF YOU PLEASE)
YOU WON'T NEED A CHAPERONE.
LIKE THE OLD SONG USED TO TELL
ABOUT THE FARMER IN THAT DELL:
DOG, CAT, AND MOUSE ALL SAY FAREWELL, FAREWELL:
THE CHEESE STANDS ALONE!
BUT CHEDDAR'S THE COLOR OF THE SUN
AND GOUDA'S SKIN'S RED AS A ROSE.
AND BRIE IS SOFT LIKE SATIN
AND RUNNY LIKE HONEY
AND TASTE NICE, IF YOU HOLD YOUR NOSE.
NO, IT'S NO PICNIC BEING CHEESE.
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMEONE THAT YOU'RE BOUND TO DISPLEASE.
BUT SINCE THIS IS WHAT I WAS MEANT TO BE, I DON'T ASK THE QUESTION "WHY".
SOME DAYS WE ALL FEEL LIKE A CURD,
BUT LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO SEEM ABSURD.
JUST LOOK UP AT THAT BIG CHEDDAR WHEEL
AS IT ROLLS ACROSS THE SKY.