This year is the second time I have celebrated this great and glorious holiday.
Deep in the dark, deep, dank mists of time, the Cheese Weasel emerged, but he didn’t really do much until the early 90s, since the other celebratory animals called dibs on the the splashier holidays. Eventually, the Weasel realized that this was all to the good, as he felt his calling. Now, he travels the world, leaving a bit of cheese under keyboards on the 3rd day of the 4th month. Kraft Singles are the Cheese Weasel’s cheese of choice, but he has been known to branch out into cheddar, and sometimes a nice Gruyere.
What about Wensleydale, chuck? BTW, check out the site for the theme song as well. It’s full of weaselly cheesy goodness.
Here’s how I marked the occasion last year — delivering these fine treats and cards to bewildered staff and students at the Atrium School:
Here are the lyrics to our anthem:
“Who brings the cheese on April 3rd?
The Cheese Weasel
He’s not a silly bunny or a raindeer or a bird,
He’s the Cheese Weasel
He’s got a cute black tail
And tiny buck teeth
He doesn’t bring fish, and he
Doesn’t bring beef
So you’d better be good if you wanna get some cheese
From the Cheese Weasel.”
Congrats to CheeseWeasel.com for having at least three typos in fewer than 200 words.
In the name of cheese weasel, I shall enjoy some cheesy goodness today! Sadly, I think my keyboard contains only remnants of chicken In a bisquit crackers….