Ode To Cheese

What praise can I give such a simple thing,
the thing in which a soul may well delight.
Why! it is as the rising joy of Spring,
Which brings with it all rapture at the sight.
And it is as the coming Winter's rest,
Earth dies to bring more life in future days,
It is the color of bright Summer's crest.
Its maker reaps the joys of Harvest ways.
As different as the day is from the night,
It changes hues and colors in its season.
For such a thing I praise the kind cheesewright!
All humankind rejoice! And with good reason!
Though some may mock the praise I give to cheese,
I hope to write more noble odes like these.