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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Hear his story, my friend, for you¡¯ll find at the 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 on 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 up 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 would 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 paid a call.
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He looked Pierre right in the eye,
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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 you 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 the mother and your 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 dreadful shock.
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They found the lion sick in bed.
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They 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 cried, where is 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 the 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 alright?"
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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 on as a weekend guest.
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The moral of Pierre is care!
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Pierre
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The Dresden Dolls |