In politics I'm a — never mind,
And you are a — I do n't care,
But, anyway, I am rather inclined
To suspect we are both unfair;
For I have called you a coward and slave
And you have dubbed me a fool and knave.
( Yet, perhaps I was right, for you surely abused
The right of free speech in the names you used! )
In business you figure — a profit, I guess,
And I charge you — as much as I dare,
And I grumble that you ought to do it for less,
And you ask if my price is fair.
But if I sold your goods and you sold mine,
I doubt if the prices would much decline.
( Though I must insist that I think I see
Where you'd still have a little advantage of me! )
In religion you are a — who cares what?
And I am a — what's the odds?
So why have I sneered at your holiest thought,
And why have you jeered at my gods?
For, thinking it over, I'm sure we two
Were doing the best that we honestly knew.
( Though, of course, I cannot escape a touch
Of suspicion that you never knew too much! )