*Mother Goose Songs*
Old Woman in a Basket
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, wither so high?"
"To sweep the cobwebs from the sky;
And I'll be with you by-and-by."