THE THREE MUSES

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket

Seventeen times as high as the moon

Where she was going I couldn't but ask it

For in each hand she carried a broom.

Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I

Where are you going up so high

To brush the cobwebs off the sky.

Can I come with you. Aye, by and bye!

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