THE OLD WOMAN TOSSED IN A BASKET

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket Seventeen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I couldn't but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I, "Where are you going to up so high?" "To brush the cobwebs off the sky!" "May I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."