Cheesy poem

I’ve heard it said by many around

That the moon is made of a cheese round

Its mined by little spacemen mice

Who sell it at a dear price

So next time you sit down to have cheese

Remember the mice on parmesan seas

Who work non stop in their spacemen hats

Just glad that they’re out of reach of birdybirol num num kittns and kats

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