And so, I ponder on the wheel of life, a gouda wheel indeed, With gouda thoughts, I ponder on the cheese that I've been Given, the muenster of my fate Is to forever be in love with the dairy arts And so, I'll never let my love for cheese grow old
For in the land of muenster, where the sun always shines I'll be the king of cheese, with a heart full of gouda vines And though the world may be a cruel and heartless place I'll find my peace in the muenster of my face
And so, I'll never let my love for cheese fade For in the muenster of my heart, it's forever made A home, where gouda dreams and love forever stay And so, I'll always be in love with muenster day
A Muenster Poem