Baba Yaga

In the Russian woods, there's an evil witch
People only whisper her name in fright
Teeth of shattering iron, hands that catch the wind
Steals the children sleeping in their beds at night

She flies in a mortar and pestle
Through darkened Russian skies
If you see her, running would be wise

Ah, Baba Yaga!
Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga
The Witch of the Iron Forest
Her evil is next to none
Ah, 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!