Old Woman, Old Woman

There was an old woman tossed in a basket,  Seventeen times as high as the moon;But where she was going no mortal could tell,  For under her arm 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'll be with you by-and-by." 

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