  Listen, O Queen! to my wonderful tale. ‘As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits: Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were there going to St. Ives?’ I have thought and counted, and counted and thought, but I cannot tell how many were going to St. Ives. Can you help me, wise Queen? ON THE WAY TO ST. IVES |
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