Mares do eat oats, right?

Mare-zee dotes and doe-zee dotes and little lam-zee diveys.  A diddly divey doo, wouldn’t you?

Wouldn’t you what???

I never understood this song.

I sang it anyway – as it is written above.

It has such a catchy tune . . .but the words?

Oh well, I figured. Nothing is perfect. But I could never just relax and enjoy it.

This morning, I decided I’d Google the words and here they are:

Mairzy Doats (This youtube video’s kind of fun)

I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty,
others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune:

Mairzy doats and dozy doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?
Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats
and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?

If the words sound queer
And funny to your ear,
A little bit jumbled and jivey
Sing “Mares eat oats
And does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy”

Oh! Mairzy doats and dozy doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?

By Milton Drake, Al Hoffman and Jerry Livingston.

Well, it seems I was close. At least I sang “wouldn’t you?” rather than “wooden shoe.” It was the only part of the song that made sense. Right?

That’s me. Always trying to figure out how things really fit together.

To myself I say, “Relax, Cindy. Some things just don’t make sense. And they don’t have to.”

I can say it, but I’m still not sure I believe it.