There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket
Nineteen times as high as the moon;
Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand sbe carried a broom.
"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,
"0 whither, 0 whither, 0 whither, so high?"
"To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"
"Shall I go with thee?" "Ay, by-and-by."