As I Was Going to St. Ives

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 going to St. Ives?

One... only you are going to St. Ives. The multitude that you meet are going the other way..
Midi: As I Was Going to St. Ives

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