Ode to cheese

My friend Helen has a fridge full of cheese,
It's a valuable thing in Uganda, it doesn't grow on trees.
Some is soft and some is hard,
And some may even be made of lard.
Before we came here we all took cheese for granted,
For we could have as much or as little as we wanted.
But now cheese is expensive so we treat it like gold,
In the fridge at Helen's place it is staying pretty cold.
So here's to the cheese and all the joy it may bring,
I shall sneak into the fridge at midnight, no-one will suspect a thing!