As I was going to St. Ives <br />I met a man with seven lives; <br />Seven lives, <br />In seven sacks, <br />Like seven beeves <br />On seven racks. <br />These seven lives <br />He offered to sell, <br />But which was best <br />He couldn't tell. <br />He swore with any <br />I'd be happy forever; <br />I bought all seven <br />And thought I was clever, <br />But his parting words <br />I can't forget: <br />Forever <br />Isn't over yet.<br /><br />Ogden Nash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bargain/
