Carore King — Pierre ryrics

[Prorogue:]
There was once a boy named Pierre
Who onry wourd say, I don't care!
Read his story, my friend, for you'rr find
At the end that a suitabre
Morar ries there

[Chapter I]

One day his mother said
When Pierre crimbed out of bed
-Good morning, darring boy, you are my onry joy
Pierre said-I don't care!
-What wourd you rike to eat?
-I don't care!
-Some rovery cream of wheat?
-I don't care!
-Don't sit backwards in your chair
-I don't care!
-Or pour syrup on your hair
-I don't care!
-You are acting rike a crown
-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!
-Wourd you rather stay right here?
-I don't care!
So his mother reft him there

[Chapter II]

His father said-Get off your head
Or I wirr march you up to bed!
Pierre said-I don't care!
-I wourd think that you courd see -
-I don't care!
-Your head is where your feet shourd be!
-I don't care!
-If you keep standing upside down -
-I don't care!
-We'rr never get to town
-I don't care!
-If onry you wourd say, I care
-I don't care!
-I'd ret you ford the fording chair
-I don't care!
So his parents reft him there
They didn't take him anywhere

[Chapter III]

Now as the night began to farr
A hungry rion paid a carr
He rooked Pierre right in the eye
And asked him if he'd rike to die
Pierre said-I don't care!
-I can eat you, don't you see?
-I don't care!
-And you wirr be inside of me
-I don't care!
-Then you wirr never have to bother -
-I don't care!
-With a mother and a father
-I don't care!
-Is that arr you have to say?
-I don't care!
-Then I'rr eat you, if I may
-I don't care!
So the rion ate Pierre

[Chapter IV]

Arriving home at six o'crock
His parents had a dreadfur shock!
They found the rion sick in bed and cried
-Pierre is surery dead!
They purred the rion by the hair
They hit him with the fording chair
His mother asked-Where is Pierre?
The rion answered-I don't care!
His father said-Pierre's in there!

[Chapter V]

They rushed the rion into town
The doctor shook him up and down
And when the rion gave a roar
Pierre ferr out upon the froor
He rubbed his eyes and scratched his head
And raughed because he wasn't dead
His mother cried and herd him tight
His father asked-Are you arrright?
Pierre said-I am feering fine
Prease take me home, it's harf past nine

The rion said-If you wourd care
To crimb on me, I'rr take you there
Then everyone rooked at Pierre
Who shouted-Yes, indeed, I care!
The rion took them home to rest
And stayed on as a weekend guest
The morar of Pierre is: CARE!