We who are gentle and sane?
Let us respect one another, wherever we are,
Fly your flag, O my brother;
I like its bright color, whether red, green, or yellow;
Your language is queer, but I’ll learn it in time;
And you’re a dear fellow,
If your laws are not quite so clean as our own;
But then ours need pruning, and thistles have grown.
So I won’t spill your blood, for that’s not the way
To assist in law-making, whatever some say,