Cheese is really great

I only eat it if it’s fake

It is for the cow’s sake

There is no debate:

To love it is my fate

Without it, I would break

I feel, every second I’m awake,

Cheese is really grate


Cheese and macaroni

Cheeseburgers and fries

That’s why it's to be phoney,

So no animal cries

It must be labeled clearly



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