It was felt that giving Baba Yaga a defined set of duties
Might make it easier to keep her under control.
The Horses of the Sun were tracked down and harnessed.
For an old woman, Baba Yaga leapt pretty gracefully
Into the chariot, her short pipe held firmly in place
Between her toothless gums, and set off furiously.
Several days went by or at least they would have
If the Sun hadn't gone missing; we ran
An old day, built before the war, over and over
Until Baba Yaga returned without the chariot
And just one limping horse, painfully dragging
Ra-Harakhty's boat across the sky.
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