Cheese Factory

Little bus full of seniors, happily on its way
Looking for a cheese factory on the road to Bodega Bay

Winding, winding, climbing over hills green in the spring
Green, green hills; bright green of spring
Fields of mustard bright against the green hills of spring

Calves and lambs gamboling near their mamas on a spring day
Oh, yes, and an octagon house, stucco in decay
“Do you have enough gas?” “Look at the llamas!” “Are you sure you know the way?”
Didn’t find the cheese factory, but it was fun anyway.