O the lusciously-scented gales!
Lord Stilton belonged to a mighty line!
Sing, hey! salt herrings and stones!
He was “Blue” as china—his taste divine!
O the sweetness of dulcet tones.
Came stout Double Glo’ster—a man and wife
Sing, hey! post pillars and pies!
And the son was SINGLE, and fair as fate;
O the purple of sunset skies!
De Camembert came from his sunny France