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