2 Laying quietly at your ease,

3 Gently fanned by evening breeze --

4 Thy fair form no flies dare seize.

5 All gaily dressed soon you'll go

7 To be admired by many a beau

8 In the city of Toronto.

9 Cows numerous as a swarm of bees --

10 Or as the leaves upon the trees --

11 It did require to make thee please,

12 And stand unrivalled Queen of Cheese.

13 May you not receive a scar as

14 We have heard that Mr. Harris

15 Intends to send you off as far as

17 Of the youth -- beware of these --

18 For some of them might rudely squeeze

19 And bite your cheek; then songs or glees

20 We could not sing o' Queen of Cheese.

21 We'rt thou suspended from baloon,

22 You'd caste a shade, even at noon;

23 Folks would think it was the moon

24 About to fall and crush them soon.