There Was an Old Woman Tossed Up in a Basket
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket Made of green ivies and gold dust of the stars, She sat calmly inside as the darkness did mask it, Looking here and there, so near and afar. That’s when she saw me starting straight up at her, Nineteen times as high as the moon; I gave her a smile that... Sign in to see full entry.