There Was An Old Woman Tossed Up In A Basket

There Was An Old Woman Tossed Up 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 out of the sky,"
"May I come with you?"
"Aye, By and by."