You don’t look small and cute enough
Your upper lip has grown some fluff
You look quite tall and rather tough
You show the scars of sleeping rough
You look so foreign, feral, wild
You don’t look like a child
You don’t wear shorts or romper suits
Or knitted mitts or woolly boots
Your skin tone shows your foreign roots
You left behind a child’s pursuits
You want your family reconciled?
You don’t look like a child
You’re not a tot or little tyke
You didn’t come here on a trike
And we know what your sort are like
You think you’re welcome? Take a hike!
The papers told us you’re reviled
You don’t look like a child
