There is a nursery rhyme that was passing through my head the whole while I was working out this drawing:
“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I/”Oh, wither, oh, wither, oh wither, so high?” ”To sweep all the cobwebs right out of the sky/ But I’ll be with you by and by.”
I suppose, like all the best of those, this is from Mother Goose.
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