This is based off of a nursury rhyme I read .. the nursery rhyme will framed with the painting. 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 her hand she carried a broom. Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I, Where are you going to up so high? To brush the cobwebs off the sky! May I go with you? Aye, by-and-by.