This might be how a youngster might answer your question.
I have a cousin who lives far, far away.
Who has diff’rent words for the things that we say.
Though they are diff’rent, both mean the very same
So we always play this diff’rent name fun game.
He rides on his bike, while I ride on my trike
What he calls a walk, I would call it a hike.
He calls a carriage, what we here call a pram.
Jelly’s what he likes, while I like eating jam.
His elevator, is what I call a lift
What’s a blouse to him, is what we call a shift.
When he says, “Hello!”, I answer, “There you are.”.
He says a “Goodbye”. While I close with “Ta-Ta.”.
His spends a dollar. What I spend is a pound.
He rides a subway, my ride is underground.
When he says, “Oh Darn!”. His darn becomes my “Bosh!”.
And his old raincoat, to me’s a Macintosh..
He likes reading poems, I embrace a sonnet.
While he wears a hat, I put on a bonnet.
But something we’d both would absolutely like,
He riding his bike, while I ride on my trike
The day he comes here, from his home, far away.
we’ll play together, on that wonderful day.