There Was An Old Woman Tossed Up In A Blanket

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Seventeen times as high as the moon.
But where she was going, I could not but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I,
“Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?”
“To sweep the cobwebs from the sky
And I'll be with you by and by.”