Going To St. Ives
Read 'Going To St. Ives' by 'Mother Goose' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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?
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