rhyme9

How did the cobwebs get there?
What did they take with them?
Do you think they came back?

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There was an old woman tossed up in a basket.
Seventeen times as high as the moon.

And where she was going, I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I.
"Oh wither, oh wither, oh wither so high?"

"To sweep the cobwebs from the sky."

"Shall I go with you?"
"Aye, bye and bye."