Early morning cobwebs

Old Woman, Old Woman

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.