There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety times as high as the moon;
And where she was going I could'nt but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
"Old woman, old woman, old
woman," quoth I,
"O whither, O whither, O
whither, so high?"
"To brush the cobwebs off
the sky!"
"Shall I go with thee?"
"Aye, by and by."
I remember this nursery rhyme from Mother Goose. I always liked it. This version is from The Baby's Bouquet, A Fresh Bunch of Rhymes and Tunes by Walter Crane, with his wonderful illustration.
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