Please forgive me
If I appear unkind
But any fool can tell you

It's all in your mind

Down in the meadow

The old lion stirs
Puts his hand 'cross his mouth
He has no use for words


Poor little girl
With your handful of snow

Poor little girl
Had no way to know


And you've got me eating
You've got me eating
You've got me eating

Right out of your hand

I mean you no harm

When I tell you you're blind
Give a sucker an even break
He'll lose it all, every time


The airborne starlings circle
Over the frozen fields

The hollyhocks hang harmlessly
And the old lion yields


And you've got me eating
You've got me eating
You've got me eating

Right out of your hand