THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN,

 

HERE was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Ninety times as high as the moon
And where she was going I couldn’t but ask it
For in her hand she carried a broom.

“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I,
“Oh whither, Oh whither, Oh whither so high ?”

“To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!
“Shall I go with you?” “Aye. By-and-by.”

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