Strictly Germ-Proof

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.