The Roud Folk Song Index number for the abbreviated version of the riddle appearing below is 19,772, suggesting that this expanded version ought perhaps to be numbered 19,772.1. Please amend your personal Roud list accordingly. As regards the numerical problem the riddle poses, recall that 'spouse' may refer to an individual of either sex.
As I went driving toward St. Ives
(a cleric there of crimes me shrives),
I spied a guy
with seven wives
and ponder'd what a Hausfrau drives:
each “better
half” held seven hives,
each hive divided
-- using knives,
each bride had
sliced ‘em into fives --
breach'd bees
sent fleeing for their lives,
each executing
seven dives
(thus spook’d,
an insect stoutly strives:
'tis how a threaten’d hive survives
and, through such parlous stages, thrives),
each dive a writhe
of seven jives,
each libre from confining gyves.
Enumerating gyves and jives
and dives and lives and hives in fives
and knives and drives (though zero glaives)
plus just
one guy but seven wives,
each spouse a reek of leeks and chives:
how many travel'd toward St. Ives?
An approach to the solution of the riddle:
49 hives (seven held by each of seven wives), each divided into five parts, yields 245 fractional hives. If each fraction holds, say, seven bees and each bee performs seven dives, each dive consisting of seven jives, there are produced 343 jives. 343 jives performed in each of 245 fractional hives yields 84,035 total jives -- all without gyves, not to mention glaives. Adding all the wives, hives, dives and jives to the single guy referenced results in 84,036 total elements -- though, of course, none of them are on their way toward St. Ives.
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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