We made a substance, named it cheese.
We made it white and gold and blue,
For in all things we aim to please.
We crafted it from mashed-up peas:
Took an art and made it new –
Made a substance, named it cheese.
What a concept. What a wheeze!
Nobody would have a clue.
In all things we aim to please.
For customers, it was a breeze:
They love to think our claims are true.
We made a substance, named it cheese –
And now, so our accountant sees
We’ve made a ruddy fortune too.
In all things we aim to please.
Money doesn’t grow on trees;
It grows on pea-pods turned to goo,
That magic substance. Call it cheese.
In all things we aim to please.