Seventeen Gingerbread Cookies A-running
Oh gingerbread man, run, run , run, as fast as you can. Oppps. There goes a leg. Hop, hop, hop, as fast as you can. Oppps. There goes an arm. No worries, that won't slow you down. Oppps. There goes your head. Can't see where you are hopping to. Oppps, there goes your other leg. Can't hop any more, so now you are on your only hand left. Oppps. Yummy yummy. No worries now, you just have to sit still in my tummy.
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