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There once was a boy named Pierre |
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Who only would say |
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I don't care |
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Here a story my friend for you'll find out an end that a suitable moral lies there |
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One day his mother said as Pierre climbed out of bed |
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Good morning darling boy you are my only joy |
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Pierre said |
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I don't care |
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What would you like to eat? |
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I don't care |
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Some lovely cream of wheat? |
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I don't care |
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Don't sit backwards on your chair |
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I don't care |
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Or pour syrup in your hair |
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I don't care |
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You are acting like a clown |
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I don't care |
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And we have to go to town |
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I don't care |
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Don't you want to come my dear? |
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I don't care |
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Would you rather stay right here? |
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I don't care |
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So his mother left him there |
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His father said, "get off your head |
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Or I will march you off to bed" |
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Pierre said |
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I don't care |
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I would think that you could see |
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I don't care |
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Your head is where your feet should be |
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I don't care |
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If you keep standing upside down |
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I don't care |
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We'll never, never get to town |
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I don't care |
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If only you'd say I care |
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I don't care |
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I'd let you fold the folding chair |
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I don't care |
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So his parents left him there |
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They didn't take him anywhere |
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Now as the night began to fall |
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A hungry lion made a call |
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He looked Pierre right in the eyes |
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And asked him Would you like to die? |
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And Pierre said |
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I don't care |
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I can eat don't you see |
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I don't care |
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Then you would be inside of me |
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I don't care |
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Then you'd never have to bother |
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I don't care |
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With a mother or a father |
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I don't care |
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Is that all you have to say? |
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I don't care |
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Then I'll eat you if I may |
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So the lion ate Pierre |
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Arriving home at 6 o'clock |
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His parents had a triple shock |
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And found the lion sick in bed |
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And cried Pierre is surely dead |
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They pulled the lion by the hair |
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They hit him with the folding chair |
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His mother asked, where's Pierre? |
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And the lion answered |
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I don't care |
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His father said |
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Pierre's in there |
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They rushed the lion into town |
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The doctor shook him up and down |
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And when the lion gave a roar |
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Pierre fell out upon the floor |
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He rubbed his eyes and scratched his head |
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And laughed because he wasn't dead |
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His mother cried and held him tight |
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His father asked are you aright |
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Pierre said, "I am feeling fine |
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Please take me home it's half past nine" |
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The lion said "if you would care |
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To climb on me I'll take you there" |
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Then everyone looked at Pierre |
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Who shouted "yes indeed I care" |
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The lion took them home to rest |
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Then stayed as a weekend guest |
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The moral of Pierre is care |
