The cheese-mites asked how the cheese got there,
And warmly debated the matter;
The Orthodox said that it came from the air,
And the Heretics said from the platter.
They argued it long and they argued it strong,
And I hear they are arguing now;
But of all the choice spirits who lived in the cheese,
Not one of them thought of a cow.
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Comments1Wow, it's so funny how these little creatures try to figure out where they come from but they totally miss the obvious answer. Reminds me of how humans argue about their origins. They really need to take a step back and think about the bigger picture. Does anybody know if there's a hidden meaning behind this poem?