Between Sing-Sing and Tarry-Town
I met my worthy friend, John Brown,
And seven daughters, riding nags,
And every one had seven bags,
In every bag were thirty cats,
And every cat had forty rats,
Besides a brood of fifty kittens,
All but the nags and bags wore mittens!
Mittens, kittens--cats, rats--bags, nags--Browns,
How many were met between the towns?