While on my way to St. Ives,
I saw a man with 7 wives.
Each wife had 7 sacks.
Each sack had 7 cats.
Each cat had 7 kittens.
Kitten, cats, sacks, wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
What never gets any wetter, no matter how much it rains?
I am large as a castle, yet lighter than air. 100 men and their horses cannot move me. What am I?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
I was born in the 18th century, yet still live on today. Appearing on TV when I have something to say. Called everything from "honest" to a dirty rotten "crook", I used to wear a wig, but have had several looks. I've always had a party, but never disturb the neighbors. I've been shot at many times - major stories for the papers. What am I?