…And Now It All Makes Glorious Sense

Of glorious, glorious, glorious cheese

I sing a glorious story

About how glorious you are,

You cheese so full of glory.

Glorious, glorious, glorious cheese,

You’re glorious, it’s true!

I couldn’t afford a thesaurus

Because I bought too much of you.

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