As I was going to St. Ive
(pronounced ‘Eve’)
I met a met a man whose name was St.eve,
he told me that he wouldn’t leave
(but not what or where he wouldn’t leave)
and it was then that he told me
that his name was St.eve.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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