[ode.to.oats]
Oats. I worship thee,
On the altar of moo,
Whole grain goodness
Trapped in a munchable
Morsel. Tasty. Yum.
You come in a bag,
Never a can. Sometimes
In a box, but never a
Can. Never Oats.
Grape juice comes in
A can, and oats soaked
In grape juice are good.
Oats are made from wheat
And you eat them. They
Are good for you
Because they are.
They come shipped [...]
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