The Antiseptic Baby and the
  Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the
  Bunny gamboled up;
They looked upon the Creature with
  a loathing undisguised;-
It wasn't disinfected and it wasn't
Sterilized.

They said it was a Microbe and a
  Hotbed of Disease;
They steamed it in a vapor of a
  thousand-odd degrees;
They froze it in a freezer that was
  cold as Banished Hope
And washed it in permanganate with
  carbolated soap.

In sulphureted hydrogen they steeped
  its wiggly ears;
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with
  a pair of hard-boiled shears;
They donned their rubber mittens and
  they took it by the hand
And 'lected it a member of the
  Fumigated Band.

There's not a Micrococcus in the
  garden where they play;
They bathe in pure iodoform a dozen
  times a day;
And each imbibes his rations from a
  Hygienic Cup-
The Bunny and the Baby and the
  Prophylactic Pup.

- Arthur Guiterman

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