Pierre

There was once a boy named Pierre
 Who only would say, I don't care
 Read his story my friend
 For you'll find at the end that a suitable moral lies there
 One day his mother said when Pierre climbed out of bed
 Good morning, darling boy, you are my only joy
 Pierre said, "I don't care"
 What would you like to eat? (I don't care)
 Some lovely cream of wheat? (I don't care)
 Don't sit backwards on your chair (I don't care)
 Or pour syrup on your hair (I don't care)
 You are acting like a clown (I don't care)
 And we have to go to town (I don't care)
 Don't you want to come, my dear? (I don't care)
 Would you rather stay right here? (I don't care)
 So his mother left him there
 His father said, "Get off your head, or I will march you up to bed"
 Pierre said, "I don't care"
 I would think that you could see (I don't care)
 Your head is where your feet should be (I don't care)
 If you keep standing upside down (I don't care)
 We'll never ever get to town (I don't care)
 If only you would say, I care (I don't care)
 I'd let you fold the folding chair (I don't care)
 So his parents left him there
 They didn't take him anywhere
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 Now as the night began to fall
 A hungry lion paid a call
 He looked Pierre right in the eye and asked him if he'd like to die
 Pierre said, "I don't care"
 I can eat you, don't you see? (I don't care)
 And you will be inside of me (I don't care)
 Then you will never have to bother (I don't care)
 With a mother and a father (I don't care)
 Is that all you have to say? (I don't care)
 Then I'll eat you, if I may (I don't care)
 So the lion ate Pierre
 Arriving home at six o'clock
 His parents had a dreadful shock!
 They found the lion sick in bed and cried, Pierre is surely dead
 They pulled the lion by the hair
 They hit him with the folding chair
 His mother asked, "Where is Pierre?"
 The lion answered, "I don't care"
 His father said, "Pierre's in there!"
 They rushed the lion into town
 The doctor shook him up and down
 And when the lion gave a roar, Pierre fell out upon the floor
 He rubbed his eyes and scratched his head
 And laughed because he wasn't dead
 His mother cried and held him tight
 His father asked, "Are you alright?"
 Pierre said, "I am feeling fine
 Please take me home, it's half past nine"
 The lion said, "If you would care to climb on me, I'll take you there"
 Then everyone looked at Pierre who shouted, "Yes, indeed, I care!"
 The lion took them home to rest
 And stayed on as a weekend guest
 The moral of Pierre is, care