Oh, fairest of artisanal delights,
In the land of gouda, where wheels spin bright,
Our cheeses, a symphony of taste and sight,
Aged to perfection, a true work of art,
By the hands of masters, who weave and mold,
Each wheel, a canvas of creamy heart.
Our pungent pastures, a verdant delight,
In the fields of Normandie, where cows take flight.
For in this land of fromage, we hold the night,
When wheels of gold, shine like stars in sight.
So here's to the artisan, who crafts with care,
Each wheel, a masterpiece, beyond compare.