ah, inspiration

[marycatelli]

So you sit down with a book of Mother Goose and read,

There was an old woman
Lived under a hill;
And if she's not gone,
She lives there still.

Baked apples she sold,
And cranberry pies,
And she's the old woman
That never told lies.

And immediately the muse informs you that she's a troll-wife and Halley's going to meet her and quote the rhyme, or at least think of it.

sigh Half imp, like all muses.