Father and Mother, and Me, <br /> Sister and Auntie say <br />All the people like us are We, <br /> And every one else is They. <br />And They live over the sea, <br /> While We live over the way, <br />But-would you believe it? --They look upon We <br /> As only a sort of They! <br /> <br />We eat pork and beef <br /> With cow-horn-handled knives. <br />They who gobble Their rice off a leaf, <br /> Are horrified out of Their lives; <br />While they who live up a tree, <br /> And feast on grubs and clay, <br />(Isn't it scandalous? ) look upon We <br /> As a simply disgusting They! <br /> <br />We shoot birds with a gun. <br /> They stick lions with spears. <br />Their full-dress is un-. <br /> We dress up to Our ears. <br />They like Their friends for tea. <br /> We like Our friends to stay; <br />And, after all that, They look upon We <br /> As an utterly ignorant They! <br /> <br />We eat kitcheny food. <br /> We have doors that latch. <br />They drink milk or blood, <br /> Under an open thatch. <br />We have Doctors to fee. <br /> They have Wizards to pay. <br />And (impudent heathen!) They look upon We <br /> As a quite impossible They! <br /> <br />All good people agree, <br /> And all good people say, <br />All nice people, like Us, are We <br /> And every one else is They: <br />But if you cross over the sea, <br /> Instead of over the way, <br />You may end by (think of it!) looking on We <br /> As only a sort of They!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-and-they/
