Hopalong Ginsberg - Cheese

From dairylands we come
With our steel and our flame
The rivers shall run red with blood
As we spread the creamy name

The heathen armies scatter
As our swords cleave flesh from bone
If you think you can unite
Against our hole-y might
You soon will provolone!

Behold the power of Cheeses!
In Rennet's name we fight!
Flee before our hordes
Submit to your new lords
A muenster rides tonight!

Your cities burning in our wake
Your peasants are our slaves
Shredded, grated, diced and cubed
Your entrails garnish graves!

A fondue of your soldiers
We are making on your plains!
Ours is no idle boast
Our enemies are toast
We'll ferment your remains!

Behold the power of Cheeses!
Our foemen we all slay!
When you hear the Word
Be you Frenchman, Swiss, or Kurd
You'll get out of our whey!

Behold the power of Cheeses!
Our battle song we cry!
All those who resist
Shall be met with sword and fist
You'll curdle up and dry!

Behold the power of Cheeses!
We cheddar all our foes!
Don't think that you can flee
Because it shall not Brie
Your feet will soon lactose!

Written by:
Hopalong Ginsberg

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