Let’s read together: There was an old woman

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
ninety 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”, quoth I
“O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?”.
“To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!”.
“Shall I go with you?”. “Ay, by and by”.