There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
99 times as high as the Moon,
Where she was going, I just had to ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
"Where are you going to, up so high?"
"To sweep the cobwebs from the sky."
"May I go with you?"
"Aye, by and by."