Three Brothers We
Three brothers we, three brothers we;
living together, within our tree.
We’re raccoons who so, do love cheese;
We do love brie, we do love brie.
We don’t like nuts, they give us gas;
and heaven forbid we eat yard grass,
we are raccoons of the upper class;
cheese please and fast, cheese please and fast.
For cheddar, Cheshire, we will sing,
had we a bell, for swiss we’d ring,
oh the joy that cheese does bring;
a wondrous thing, a wondrous thing.
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