I remember hearing this song on our battery-powered radio in the early 40s. I was around 4 or 5, I think, I never knew exactly what was being said, and thought it was something Hot shot raw, sitting on the rillara. I went searching on the net because I am writing a memoir and wanted to discuss the influence of music during my early years. I remembered Mairzy Doats, but translated this to Mares eat oats and does eat oats, and litle lambs eat ivy. This one was easier to decipher than Hut-Sut Song. It's interesting that one guy thinks it is a take on a song some African-American man composed since I am African-American and have just been looking into The "Birthing" of the blues.