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Oh, how I love Humanity, 
  With love so pure and pringlish, 
And how I hate the horrid French, 
  Who never will be English! 

The International Idea, 
  The largest and the clearest, 
Is welding all the nations now, 
  Except the one that's nearest. 

This compromise has long been known, 
  This scheme of partial pardons, 
In ethical societies 
  And small suburban gardens— 

The villas and the chapels where 
  I learned with little labour 
The way to love my fellow-man 
  And hate my next-door neighbour. 

Added: 14 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 2 Dec 2008 2:16 AM | Viewed: 2053 times

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