STRICKLY GERM-PROOF by Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)

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

Strickly Germ-Proof

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

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