Old Woman, Old Woman

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

"Old woman, old woman, old woman." quoth I,
"Whither, O whither, O whither so high?"
"To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!"
"Shall I go with you?" "Aye, by-and-by."
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