Volume 156 — A GERMLESS EDEN.

The antiseptic baby and the prophylactic pup Were playing in the garden when the bunny gambolled up; They looked upon the creature with a loathing undisguised, For he wasn't disinfected and he wasn't sterilized. They said he was a microbe and a hotbed of disease; They steamed him in a vapour of a thousand odd degrees, They froze him in a freezer that was cold as banished hope, They washed him with permanganate and carbolated soap, With sulphuretted hydrogen they bathed his wiggly ears; They trimmed his frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears; Then they donned their rubber mittens and they took him by the hand And elected him a member of the fumigated band. Now there's not a micrococcus in the garden where they play And they bathe in pure iodoform a dozen times a day, Taking each his daily ration from a hygienic cup, The baby and the bunny and the prophylactic pup.