Old Woman, Old Woman
Read 'Old Woman, Old Woman' by 'Mother Goose' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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