Pierre Lyrics

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