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D. Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub, the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker, they all jumped over a rotten potato. As 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 kittens. Kits, cats, sacks, wives, how many were going to St. Ives?