I am a running man of ginger
And I run faster than them all.
I was rolled and pounded and cut out of dough
Made in an oven as hot as the steam of dragons.
And I leapt out out of the oven as a boy checked me
Before I could die and be eaten by you.
I run over hill and dale being chased
Because I have no wish to be eaten at all.
With my feet running fast and my dough body still warm
Running and running or else I will die.
My piped-on icing limber
And my button eyes nice and bright.
Nothing will stop me, with my fleet footed stride
As I laugh at the people chasing me.
For I know a secret no one else knows:
No one can catch the Gingerbread man.