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