When we were babes, before we learned to talk
We stared at one another truly in
The shared familiar language of our stock.
Across the vasting nursery room bin,

Far over G. I. Joe's best barricade,
And over Barbie's shiny castle wall.
Before we learned the destination made
Joe's Jeep and Barbie's camper would there haul.

And fin'ly when we found our words come free
And fin'ly learned to speak them well like Ken,
When we made lovely words together, see...
Then Joe and Barbie came estranged, Amen.

And now when I hear you speak, it's that ancient
In-castle tongue, though Barbie knows, Joe doesn't.