Let me look at the clock. It is half past eleven. At twelve the gingerbread man will be baked, ready for the little boy when he comes home from school.
Well, I've washed the dishes, and set the table for my lunch, and it is now just twelve o'clock. I'll open the oven door and see if my gingerbread man is ready.
Oh! what was that! Why, it is the gingerbread man!
Gingerbread Man. Yes, it is the gingerbread man, and now I'll go and see the world.
Little Old Woman. Go! you mustn't go! You belong to me.
Gingerbread Man.
Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!
You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man!
Little Old Woman. There he goes, out of the door, just as if he were really a little boy, and not made of something good to eat! Come back; come back!
Gingerbread Man.
Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!
You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man!