Father, Mother, and Me,Sister and Auntie sayAll the people like us are We,And everyone else is They.And They live over the seaWhile we live over the way,But—would you believe it?—They look upon WeAs only a sort of They!
We eat pork and beefWith cow-horn-handled knives.They who gobble Their rice off a leafAre horrified out of Their lives;While They who live up a tree,Feast on grubs and clay,(Isn’t it scandalous?) look upon WeAs a simply disgusting They!
We eat kitcheny food.We have doors that latch.They drink milk and bloodUnder an open thatch. We have doctors to fee. They have wizards to pay.And (impudent heathen!) They look upon WeAs a quite impossible They!
All good people agree,And all good people say,All nice people, like us, ...