The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup <br />Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up; <br />They looked upon the Creature with a loathing undisguised;— <br />It wasn't Disinfected and it wasn't Sterilized. <br /> <br />They said it was a Microbe and a Hotbed of Disease; <br />They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees; <br />They froze it in a freezer that was cold as Banished Hope <br />And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap. <br /> <br />In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears; <br />They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears; <br />They donned their rubber mittens and they took it by the hand <br />And elected it a member of the Fumigated Band. <br /> <br />There's not a Micrococcus in the garden where they play; <br />They bathe in pure iodoform a dozen times a day; <br />And each imbibes his rations from a Hygienic Cup— <br />The Bunny and the Baby and the Prophylactic Pup.<br /><br />Arthur Guiterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strictly-germ-proof/
