Cheddar Bees Poem by Christopher Thumwood

The cheddar bees live, in a hive made of brie,
And a waxed Edam wedge they worship as queen.
Like most other bees they have black and gold stripes,
But unlike other bees it’s not honey they like.
It’s far too messy, too runny, too sticky, too sweet,
Not creamy or crumbly like the cheddar they eat.
They don’t frequent flowers thought they do like the smell,
But off to the farmyard where the dairy cows dwell.
There is nothing so lovely to a cheddar Bees eye,
As the sight of a Friesian’s black and white hide.
Inside their brie there is rennet and churns,
And they have a trade secret each little Bee learns.
You could never see them but maybe you might,
And if you ask nicely they might give you a bite.
If you do get the privilege of trying their cheddar,
Just remember no other can ever equal the pleasure.