In the meadows green where sheep do graze,
Lived one rebellious in a daring craze.
A woolly rebel, bold and free,
Dreamed of a title, fit for a decree.
Lord of Cheese, he wished to be,
Parmesan Prince, for all to see.
His hooves tapped eagerly, his heart did race,
To the local firework, he set his gaze.
With a leap and bound, he soared up high,
On the local firework, he aimed to fly.
Through stars and clouds, he made his way,
To the moon of cheese, where he'd have his say.
With a nibble and a munch, he claimed his throne,
Lord of Cheese, in a world all his own.
Parmesan Prince, he'd proudly be,
In the realm of dreams, where the moon's made of cheese
Cheese