ANONYMOUS NURSERY RHYME

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There was an old woman tossed in a blanket, 

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, ah whither, ah whither so high?

To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,

And I’ll be with you by and by.