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

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