“Now that’s a classic… You were the only one said to be going to St. Ives, so, one.”
As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives. Every wife had seven sacks, every sack had seven cats, and every cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, wives. How many were going to St. Ives?
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