In this land of faith and freedom.
All across the fruited plain,
From the lofty towers of Disney
To the antique shoppes of Maine,
Where little girls are nestled
In their little girl beds
And dreams suitable for children
Are filling little girls' heads;
There lives a mythic woman
Though not a woman quite
Whose hair is lustrous sunbeams
Whose teeth are purest white,
Whose legs and hips and bottom
Are proportioned to a "T".
Her breasts were made in heaven
To fit her perfectly.
When children's dreams are studied,
This datum will show up.
Kids invariably dream of
What they'll be when they grow up.
Girls may dream of being doctors,
Some to judgeships may aspire,
Motherhood's for some a calling
Than which nothing can be higher.
But whether lean or chubby,
What a girl wants most of all
Is to wake up from her childhood
A living, breathing Barbie doll.