As I Was Going To St Ives
As I was going to St. IvesI met a manhis kids; their wivesat the station - the platforms filledday trippers on tothe streets they spilled! Jam-packed was the train to St Ivesstreets so smallthat nobody drivesbuckets and spades covered the floorpicnic basketsbuggies more! Then on arrival at St Iveswith sunshine outbees 'round their hivesthey sit upon the harbour-sideeating drinkingboats to ride Throngs of people cram St Ivesbeaches full"time of their lives!"swimming, surfing, playing squealCornish pastiesfor gulls to steal ...so how many men were going to St Ives? ...not as manyas kids and wives!