English poem
The Centaur
by Oliver Herford (1863–1935)
The Centaur led a double life: Two natures in perpetual strife He had, that never could agree On what the bill-of-fare should be; For when the man-half set his heart On taking dinner ' la carte, The horse was sure to cast his vote Unswervingly for table d'OAT. A pretty sort of life to lead; The horse in time went off his feed, The hungry man was nigh demented, When one day--OATMEAL was invented!