There once was a boy named Pierre Who only would say I don't care Here a story my friend for you'll find out an 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 in 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 off 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'd 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 made a call He looked Pierre right in the eyes And asked him Would you like to die? And Pierre said I don't care I can eat 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 a mother or 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 So the lion ate Pierre Arriving home at 6 o'clock His parents had a triple shock And 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's Pierre? And 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 aright 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 as a weekend guest The moral of Pierre is care