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.