Arkwear or Do Dudes Don Duds When Come the Floods?

Noted Noah one day, “Hard rain's headin' our way. Come on, creatures: embark! Board my boat!
Leave thy liv'ry behind. Thy shalt need none, thy’ll find. Drop thy hat! Drop thy drawers! Drop thy coat!

But those beasts answer'd, “No! Without duds, we're 'no show'.” (Though the weeds each would wear weren’t too haut.)

But, in lieu of ado, let me ABC you through the glad rags each did opt to tote.

The anthropoid apes air'd their crinoline capes. Twin Argentine ants danced in corduroy pants.

At first, both the ‘gators donn'd heavyweight waders, which, later, they hitch'd up with RAF gaiters.

The brown bears and boars boasted toreadors. Two bumblebee bats pranced in Panama hats.

(As predicted, three kittens misplaced pairs of mittens, though calico cats did wear knitted cravats.)

Caribbean coots laced up lumberjack boots. Both the crabs and the cooties cavorted in booties.

Did donkeys and ducks sport their kicks – Keds or Chucks...? Yep! (And dogs and dugongs slipped on sexy sarongs.)

The elephant seals wore eleven-inch heels, while those fashion-plate frogs wore a medley of togs.

The guppies and gnus grabb'd their formal dress blues as gorillas and gophers wore each others’ loafers.

Where did horses and herons find used Donna Karans...? (Iguanas – and I – bore bandanas…sans tie.

And while just the one mouse donn'd her button-down blouse, sev’ral (two!) kangaroos vamped in Vera Wang shoes.) 

But of course: Minke whales dressed in white tie and tails, and the Andean llamas wore flannel pajamas.

The marmoset pair had re-tinted their hair, while the two malamutes killed…in seersucker suits.

One moose told the mules: “Wear the family jew'ls!” Then the other moose fancied a Berber burnoose.

As per usual, newts wore new custom-cut suits. And, as ever, the owls donn'd Dominican cowls.

The parrots and pigs wore extensions and wigs. Quails...? The female came veil'd; the male trotted out tail’d.

Rats and rabbits wore sabots. The she-goat...? A pea coat. The skinks, like the skunks, swann'd in flip-flops and trunks.

The salmon and smelts wore their karate belts. Snarks and snipes and such types vamp'd in vertical stripes.

Sev’ral tsetses gave shout, calling stripes “too far out…” Thence each ended up dress'd in their Sabbath-day best.

The umbrella birds wore what, just two days before, each had bought at Goodwill: some nice herringbone twill.

The vicunas came dress'd in their “his-‘n’-hers” vests – while the two wolverines donn'd distress'd denim jeans.

The xanthareel’s clothes featured deftly placed bows, while the Yorkies and yaks model'd gabardine slacks.

And the Zimmermann’s shrew did what all the rest knew the young rascal would do: he came nude. Wouldn't you...?

Coda

Yes, the stark-naked shrew, with her dishabill'd pup,
situated herself in a measuring cup
and remain'd on the main...till the waters dried up.