There was an old woman tossed in a blanket,
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, Ah whither, Ah whither so high?"
"To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,
And I'll be with you by-and-by!"