Old Woman in a Basket

[joannaingram84]

There was an old woman
                   tossed in a basket,
Seventeen 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."