Gingerbread Men
Four sons baking made
Gingerbread men…
The two youngest prayed
That when they woke-up
They wouldn't all be gone!
For what they'd made…
For what they'd made...
They'd had—none!
They were right to pray…
For all the chocolate coated
Ones had gone!
And just two remained out of'
The eagerly, awaited, twenty one!
The eagerly, awaited, twenty one!
And just two remained out of'
The eagerly, awaited, twenty one!
The two left where without
There chocolate coats
So they weren't eaten because their coats
Were none!
You lucky two… You lucky two…
You lucky two…
Gingerbread men…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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