There
was an old woman
There
was an old woman tossed up in a blanket,
Seventy times as high as the moon;
And what she did there, I cannot tell you,
But in her hand she carried a broom.
"Old
woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
"Oh,
whither, oh, whither, oh, whither so high?"
"To
sweep the cowwebs from the sky,
And
I shall be back again by and by."