The original has some ominous lyrics, you frat brat.
Run, run, run as fast as you can.
You’ll never catch me, I’m the gingerbread man.
I ran from the baker and his wife too.
You’ll never catch me, not any of you.
He climbed up onto the fox’s back,
Who licked his lips and wanted to snack.
He climbed onto the fox’s head,
Who loved the taste of gingerbread.
Run, run, run as fast as you can.
You’ll never catch me I’m the gingerbread man. He trusted the fox to help his plan And that was the end of the gingerbread man.
Run, run as fast as you can!
You can’t Tucker Carlson. He’s the Gingerbread Man!
Oh, dear. If there are only gingerbread men then what do we have here? Is this a gingerbread same sex relationship with a trans woman? Get me my smelling salts and a fainting couch.
Heh. Reminds me of my momentary annoyance when I heard a talk on “what people call ‘holiday cactuses’”. But I’ve gotten over it. In all fairness, some flower at Christmas. Others flower around Thanksgiving. And yet another genus blooms for Easter. “Holiday cactus”, indeed! And if I could get hold of “gingerbread fem” cookie cutters, I’d have no ideological fixation against making a cookie of that sex. Not that there’s any reason to sexualize baked goods…
How can we know that the gingerbread cookies with skirts are women? Kilts are a thing that men wear in some parts of the world. Someone should bake some kilt-wearing gingerbread men and send them to Fox News and watch the fireworks.