This is a poem my Dad used to read to me. All I could remember is the Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup. A good one for this time
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylatic 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 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 hand
And elected it a member of the Fumigated Band.
There’s not a Micrococcus in the garden where they play;
They bathe in pure idoform a dozen times a day;
And each imbibes his rations from a Hygienic Cup-
The Bunny and the Baby and the Prophylactic Pup.
This may be a good time to read some poetry.
Try Mary Oliver and Billy Collins. One will make you think, the other will make you laugh. Blessings, Bubbles