Oddly enough, I remember the first time I heard Mairzy Doats.  It would have been 1941 or 1942 when I was attending the Junior College of Connecticut — “the first junior college chartered by any legislature in the northeastern states” — which later became the University of Bridgeport.  I was walking along the street with a friend when she began to sing those strange words, “Mairzy doats and dozy doats.”

The Junior College at the time was so small everyone seemed to know everyone.  A poem in their newsletter went:

A noble schoolie, JCC, it nestles among the maples.

It teaches facts and theories, and offers all the staples.

Ten loving profs have charge of it,

Both male and female teachers

And in their arms they now embrace 170 creatures.

It’s amazing the things that will stick in your mind for 70 years.   I remember this little verse because my friend, Felice, knew who wrote it and wouldn’t tell me!

MAIRZY DOATS sung by Pamela Holt.

THREE LITTLE FISHES by Buzz Clifford.

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A merry heart does good like a medicine: but a broken spirit dries the bones. — Proverbs 17:22