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 cause-their coats Were none You lucky two, you lucky two You lucky two Gingerbread men.