They gave them burritos, saying, welcome to New York.
Then feeling magnaminous, they gave them all sporks.
What's this someone asked, but could not be understood.
No greeter spoke Spanish, you'd think that they should.
Then as if they were pests, they were just shooed away.
The city a sanctuary, I guess that's just something they say.
The immigrants felt lost and unwanted in the big city.
No one would help them, the streets showed no pity.
They wandered the streets in search of some shelter.
New York, the great melting pot, wasn't much of a melter.
Doors were slammed in their faces, the shelters were full.
They were lost in a city, which had no soul.
They found a subway station, where they settled down.
Someone gave them tokens to get out of town.
They used their tokens on a train in Grand Central Station.
Then they transferred to Central and main.
They were told they were short a token, 
so they couldn't get off the train.
They may ride forever through the bowels of the burough.
They're the immigrants who just disappeared.
Every day Mayor Adams goes down to the station,
as the train goes rumbling through.
Through the open windows he throws them burritos,
Saying, I'm sorry. This is all I can do.
You can hear them wailing as the train goes by,
whatever Happened to us.
This is all Greg Abbot's fault,
we should have stayed off his bus.
D.L. Crockett -- 8/28/22
[With apologies to the Kingston Trio]