Happy April 3 and Cheese Weasel Day!
A poem to celebrate by Molly Carocci:
The Cheese-loving Shepherd to His Love
Eat cheese with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That dills and Wensleydales and Tetillas, Or Edams or Havarti yields.
And we will sit upon a sweater,
And see the shepherds eat some Cheddar
By shallow rivers, at whose falls
Melodious birds eat Emmentals.
And I will make thee clothes of cheeses
Amid a thousand fragrant breezes;
A cap of Cantal, and some Fontal,
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle.
A robe made of the finest Brie
Which you shall wear so Caerphilly;
And shoes of finest Port Salut
With buckles made of Lou Palou.
A belt of Gouda ringed with Feta,
With Stilton clasps and Mozzarella:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Eat cheese with me and be my Love.
The cheesy swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then eat cheese with me and be my Love.