Arthur Guiterman Poems
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 sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears;
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears;
I never loved your plains!--
Your gentle valleys,
Your drowsy country lanes
And pleachéd alleys.
I want my hills! -- the trail
That scorns the hollow.--
Up, up the ragged shale
Where few will follow,