I’m lost here, is this your own version.
It’s the original version, which was considered too sensible for cornish types, who preferred to imagine a polygamous bloke watching each of his seven wives/sisters lugging around 392 felines.
As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven knives
Each knife had seven racks
Each rack had seven cats
Each cat had seven *****
****, cats, racks, knives
How many were going to St Ives?
*It’s the radiation from all that Radon.