Along the road to Pangong Tso,
I spied an odd marmot.
'Twas rotund of both gut and jowl,
and had a beefy butt.
It seems Himalaya's boondocks
has quite a junk food glut.
The rodent snacked on a cracker
of the cheesiest kind.
I'd have guessed one could search near-n-far
and no Cheez-it would one find.
Not in this remote borderland
where few maintain a home.
The point is, for a cheesy-cracker
you'll have not far to roam.