There once was a boy named Pierre,
Who only would say,
I don't care
Hear his story, my friend, for you'll find at the end, that a suitable moral lies there
One day, his mother said, as 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, never 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
Now as the night began to fall,
A hungry lion paid a call
He looked Pierre right in the eye,
And asked him: would you like to die?
And Pierre said,
I don't care
I can eat you don't you see,
I don't care
Then you would be inside of me,
I don't care
Then you'd never have to bother,
I don't care
With the mother and your father,
I don't care
Is that all you have to say?
I don't care
Then I'll eat you if I may
So the lion ate Pierre
Arriving home at 6 o'clock,
His parents had a dreadful shock
They found the lion sick in bed
They cried, "Pierre is surely dead!"
They pulled the lion by the hair,
They hit him with the folding chair
His mother cried, where is Pierre?
And the lion answered,
I don't care!
His father said,
"Pierre's in there?"
They rushed the lion into the 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,
Then stayed on as a weekend guest
The moral of Pierre is care!