Won't You Shine My Boots?

Now, won't you shine my boots?
With them, I'll kick you out of here,
Because I do not like your roots.

Where did you say you're from?
We can't have someone from there.
Folks like you aren't welcome—
Now, get on out of here.

So the simple immigrant
Bowed and walked away.
Tears were falling from her cheek,
From being treated such a dreadful way.