While on my way 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?

Only ONE (Ravi) was going to St. Ives. All other people he met on the way were perhaps returning back from St. Ives, when Ravi happened to meet them.

Posted by Jayaram S on 2003-05-23 00:41:46