There was an old woman

There was an old woman went up in a basket

Seventy times as high as the moon,

What she did there I could not but ask it

For in her hand she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,

"Whiter, o whither, o whither so high?"

"To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,

And I shall be back again by-and-by."