There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket
Ninety-nine times as high as the moon,
But where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For under her arm she carried a broom.
"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
"Whither, ah! whither, whither so high?"
"Oh, I'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky,
And I'll be with you by-and-by!"
~
Percy B Green
4 comments:
Fabulous card Deann, and a rhyme I have not heard before (although I see the cow in the background and I know that one!0.
What a delightful poem and incredible interpretation thereof!
Oh this is superb-such a big smile on my face-fantastic as always Deann!
I love everything about your beautiful card and what a lovely rhyme.
xxx Hazel.
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