I don't want any doll,
Dolls do nothing for me.
What can make me happy and delighted
is a gingerbread man.
Just a man with a body and clothes
completely made of candy.
More stately than a doll
is this honey guy.
A whole bunch of dolls
Cannot please me so.
But I look right at you,
And I pity you, dear man.
Because you are doomed to die -
I'm still so good to you,
Whether you've lost a leg.
Or if the other one hurts you,
Poor gingerbread man,
It doesn't help you, you cannot escape!
Translation by Lisa Yannucci, Monique Palomares and Christina Weising.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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