There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Seventeen times as high as the moon.
But where she was going, I could not but ask it
for under her arm she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I!
Where are you going away to, so high?
To sweep the cobwebs out of the sky.
May I come with you? Aye, by and by.
The brown owl sits in the ivy bush,
And she looketh wondrous wise,
With a horny beak beneath her cowl,
And a pair of large round eyes.
She sat all day on the selfsame spray,
From sunrise till sunset;
And the dim, grey light it was all too bright
For the owl to see in yet.
"Jenny owlet, Jenny owlet," said a merry little bird,
"They say say you're wondrous wise;
But I don't think you see, though you're looking at me
With your large, round, shining eyes."
But night came soon, and the pale white moon
Rolled high up in the skies;
And the great brown owl flew away in her cowl,
With her large, round, shining eyes.