the gingerbread house
The Gingerbread Man
by Rowena Bennett
The gingerbread man gave a gingery shout:
“Quick open the oven and let me out!”
He stood up straight in his baking pan.
He jumped to the floor and away he ran.
“Catch me,” he called, “if you can, can, can.”
The gingerbread man met a cock and a pig.
And a dog that was brown and twice as big.
But he called to them all as he ran,
“You can’t catch a runaway gingerbread man.”
Then he came to a fox and he turned to face him.
He dared old Reynard to follow and chase him;
But when he stopped under the fox’s nose
Something happened. What do you suppose?
The fox gave a snap. The fox gave a yawn,
And the gingerbread man was gone, gone, gone.
Today, the kids and I drank hot cocoa and read this poem aloud together, laughing at the haughty little gingerbread man and his fate. Over the weekend, we had built a gingerbread house together, something we do each year (the pre-made kits of course). Some years we build our house at the beginning of December and leave it out on display–their piece of art to discuss with friends and other visitors. Other years, they, like the hungry fox, snap it up only hours after creation. This year was the latter.