When children are bad
And do not eat their cheese,
The High Cheese Priestess
Seeks her revenge. For in the Holy Book of Cheese
She wrote, "All the little ones, must eat
Their cheese!" But some children, the little brats
Of hell, say "We will not eat! Cheese is not for us!"
And so, the High Cheese Priestess dances
In anger, and spings a web of monterary jack wire
And visits the little ones in the night
And strings them up from the cieling so
Their terrible parents can find the dead, cheese
Hating children smiling sadly in the cheesy new morning.