Farewell to Alms In Sri Lanka Zoo there's a lion A poor lion, old, that's for sure I'd like to cheer up that poor lion But what do you give to the poor ? Chorus I gave him some alms, now I'm armless I opened my soul and my heart I ain't had a drink, but I'm legless The whole thing just tears me apart Giving alms to the poor is a good thing To respect poor dumb creatures is right When you're old you expect to be feeble But that lion was filled full of fight The sign, it said 'don't feed the lion' But that's mean, it doesn't feel right So I jumped in the pit with the lion To give him a quick, tasty bite I jumped in the pit with the lion Though some people think I was nuts It's partly to do with religion And partly to prove I had guts I was there in the pit with the lion I sure didn't mean any harm I bowed most polite to the lion And the lion tore off my right arm I got down on my knees to the lion His mercy I wanted to beg He looked, and he purred 'You poor beggar' Then the lion ripped off my right leg With my arm and my leg in the lion I couldn't stand up straight and tall And then in the groin the beast mauled me - That lion was having a ball! So now in the hospital I'm lying I'm as mauled as a person can be I'll no longer give alms to the lion - If you've got any, give them to me.
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