When I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits.
Kits, Cats, Sacks, Wives...how many were going to St. Ives?
—Captain the Reverend C.S. Rowan, Esq., Gentleman Pirate
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