There was an old woman who went up in a basket,
Seventy times as high as the moon;
What she did there I could not but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” said I,
“Whither oh whither oh whither so high?”
“To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,
And I shall be back again by and by.”
There was an Old Woman
