The Moon

You know, it is made of blue and red cheese

Fermented in the breeze

Handfuls of bacteria thrown in with ease

Shrinking the curd, that just sounds so absurd

Dripping the whey, I hear you say no way

Pressing and ripening the colours hey hey

Until we have the colours of the rainbow

With a perfect night time glow, 

As the cow jumps right over in one go