XL VII There was an old woman went up in a basket Seventy times as high as the moon; What she did there, I could not but ask it, For in her hand 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 shall be…
Nursery rhymes
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