Oh, that men should try
Their curiousity, their need
For nourishment varied
To try such a fermentation
Née, the Duchy of Limburg
A scent filled scourge
For six centuries haunting
The sills of the reluctant
Those Brevibacterium linenes
The very same of a dirty foot
Ancestral barnyard cheese
With a grin their words still ring
This semisoft delicacy shared
By generations fondly recalled
With laughter and love of stench
On rye, with onions, and such
Manna from heaven for us
Though sentiments not shared
This Frommage de Hevre grand
That mellows in a short span
A world that passed long ago
Its recollected pungent aroma
Wafts through a sensitive palate
With tears of delectable putrid joy