A lonely violet growing among the ivy, how did you get there?
Did a bird pluck you from your bed and deposit you here to brighten my day?
Did you catch a ride upon the wind?
Or, are you there to point the way
To the beautiful flowers of May?
So pure and white, like a left over snowflake from winter
You hide among the green and white leaves of ivy
As if to say, I’m here today and gone in May
But, 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.
A kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you”
- Sweet Violets (earthelixir.ca)
- Robert Booker: Songs don’t have to make sense to be hits (knoxnews.com)
- Violets and Time (hokku.wordpress.com)