A Gingerbreadman's Many Sorrows

I am a gingerbreadman
Being cooked on this pan
Let me tell you my woes
As you are cooking my toes
I am much like you
I am, It's true
I have feelings and fears
And two eyes and ears
I have a great sense of fashion
And cocoa is my passion
I have a sweet tooth
And admire Babe Ruth
Everyone says I'm sweet
From my head to my feet
They eat my head first
So I won't see the worst
Then they chew and they bite
And of coarse, I can't fight
And the sad part is
We could all be friends
But when you eat me.....
Well...It depends