The wretched refuse
of your teeming shore.
the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
I once did a parody of this for my Preschool:
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your fuddled mommies yearning to be carefree,
The wretched refuse of their toddlers’ screaming years.
Send these, the haggard, toddler-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the baby-gated door!