The fable

Master Picard, in his cave ripening
Was holding in his hands a cheese.
Master Picard, his terroir dearly loving,
Had an idea and whispered at ease:
“ Mmmm…with the necessary time,
Age will make of it an admirable castle prime.
Without lying, if this cheese
From the gourmets gets a “Jeez!”
To more than one, a touch of quality
I will give to make them king worthy.”
And to show his new way,
With treasures from Quebec’s terroir he shall play
To caress the rinds every hour,
To turn the paste, all but dour.
And this gamme, which everyone shall taste,
Arrived on time, à pic, without haste.
Thanks to its uniqueness, by all gourmets it was welcomed,
And, since then, from the finest palates it is sincerely loved.