The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic PupWere 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 HopeAnd washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap.
In sulphurated 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 handAnd '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.
