Gingerbread Man
By James E. Webber
I know that Fred is Gingerbread
A raisin in his belly,
If I bite his big toe off,
Out will come the jelly.
My mother bakes me gingerbread,
I eat straight from the oven.
I cannot wait to take a bite,
I’m telling you I love um.
The larger size with raisin eyes,
A mouth of crystal ginger,
Can’t you wait until he cools?
You’re going to burn your finger.
Mother fills the cookie jar,
After there are done cooling.
I have named them every name,
Honest, I’m not fooling.
If I’m good and do my chores,
And after I’ve been fed.
Mother tucks me in at night,
With one last Gingerbread.
I wake up in the early morn,
I jump out of the bed.
I rush to put my britches on,
And I run for Gingerbread.
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