An Old Woman

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 you? Aye, by-and-by.

Old English Oxford Nursery Rhyme