Mr Gingerbread's a well known killer, He stays blinged up dripped in pure gold syrup, He's one Ragga-muffin known to pimp Jam Tarts, Dishes out the French slice to any man that starts.
He's a Hot Cross Bun, he's gonna make dough, And bury anybody in a Black Forest Gateaux, The Rhubarb Crumble ,he was so stunned, When Gingerbread Man killed Victoria Sponge.
And Mr Kipling soon made the Apple Turnover, Snitch on the killer for a spoon of Pavlova, And then the Chocolate Eclairs, declared warfare, Cause they had fresh cream to buy themselves outta there!
And the Baker Boys knew they would-be Macaroons, Once the Dish ran away and went and married the Spoon, And the Buller Cake dried up quick with no soul, Not before he made a couple of Swiss Rolls.