Please forgive me. If I appear unkind. But any fool can tell you. Itâ€™s all in your mind. Down in the meadow. The old lion stirs. Puts his hand â€˜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 youâ€™ve got me eating. Youâ€™ve got me eating. Youâ€™ve got me eating. Right out of your hand. I mean you no harm. When I tell you youâ€™re blind. Give a sucker an even break. Heâ€™ll lose it all every time. The airborne starlings circle. Over the frozen fields. The hollyhocks hang harmlessly. And the old lion yields. And youâ€™ve got me eating. Youâ€™ve got me eating. Youâ€™ve got me eating.