The Gingerbread Man

The gingerbread man sleeps in the pan Until the spatula comes, and the hand - To snap off his crackling, new-born limbs No end to human appetites - and whims ... He's stuck there, broken, on the baking pan - Little doughy, cooked - little doughy man ... He'll feel every bite, now counted with dread - Until finally, someone bites off his head! Now that he knows, he hopes death will be swift - "Bite through my neck, and bring me death's gift!" "On this sheet, I'll live as fully as I can" ... A very short life, for a gingerbread man!