The good people you guys don't want are welcome up here in Canada. We're happy to have people with the moxie to uproot themselves and live in a new land.
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door,
to Canada