We and They

We and TheyRudyard KiplingFather and Mother, and Me,Sister and Auntie sayAll the people like us are We,And everyone else is They.And They live over the sea,While 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 leaf,Are horrified out of Their lives;While they who live up a tree,And feast on grubs and clay,(Isn't it scandalous? ) look upon WeAs a simply disgusting They!We shoot birds with a gun.They stick lions with spears.Their full-dress is un-.We dress up to Our ears.They like Their friends for tea.We like Our friends to stay;And, after all that, They look upon WeAs an utterly ignorant They!We eat kitcheny food.We have doors that latch.They drink milk or blood,Under 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, are WeAnd everyone else is They:But if you cross over the sea,Instead of over the way,You may end by (think of it!) looking on WeAs only a sort of They!