I thought I might eat me some cheese

with my crackers and wine.

I like my wine red or white or even the blushy kind.

I don't whine if my wine is bad. I never, ever cry.

Not because of my whine, no, but because my wine is fine.

I thought you might like cheese with your crackers and my sausage.

That's not a euphemism, but I am a euphemism kid.

I thought you might like a cheese ball.

It is cheesy and fun.

And spray cheese in a cheese can,

well, you can't go wrong with one.

I thought that this year would get better

if I added cheese.

So here you go, my cheesy friend

some more cheese if you please.

I thought we could try

without cheese,

just once or twice tonight.

Though we'll keep

smiling cheese, of course,

no more of the sliced kind.

I thought that we might eat some food

without cheese for my gut.

My gut it don't like it no more

it really hurts my butt.

I thought that we could switch to something

a little higher fiber.

Not too much fiber, just enough,

I don't want to fight her.