To the Moon and Back

There was an old woman tossed in a basket.

Seventeen times as high as the moon;

But where she was going no mortal could tell,

For under her arm she carried a broom.

“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” said I,

“Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?”

“To sweep the cobwebs from the sky;

And I’ll be with you by-and-by.”

Mother Goose

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