I miss my G.I. Joe,
Where he went, I do not know.
I hope the Kung-Fu grip
Still works like it used to.
A scar on his cheek,
Made him "not meek."
Freedom's defender and
Ken's rival with my cousins.
All Joe's clothes, made with pride,
In the USA from sewers that tried,
To fit him well, even though
Getting his feet in the pants was hard.
Some of the Joe's had fuzzy beards,
Never had one of those I fear.
Just one German Joe that all the rest
Could gang tackle to show who was best!
G.I. Joe, G.I. Joe,
Wherever you are, I want you to know-
I loved you the most and miss you the most,
And General Mattel thanks you for your service!