In the Russian woods
there's an evil witch
People only whisper out her name in frighе
Teeth of sharpened iron
Hands that catch the wind
Steals teh children sleeping in their beds at night
She flies in a mortar and pestle
Еhrough darkened Russian skies
If you see her, running would be wise
Baba Yaga (Baba Yaga… Baba Yaga..)
The witch of the Iron Forest
Her evil is next to none
Baba Yaga (Baba Yaga… Baba Yaga..)
The wolves are afraid to chase her
The wind is afraid to race her
All Russia's afraid to face her,
Except for one!
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