The first Babushka I opened
Gifted me with a seed
It was hard for me to pretend
That of seeds I was in great need
The second Babushka that I pried
Gifted me an ear
In it’s heart I could confide
Without shame or fear
The third Babushka I cracked forth
Presented me a map
Advising me to travel north
In search of fairies, lusty trap
The Fourth Babushka began to cry
It made me cringe and shiver
I wished and hoped to ask her why
But her tongue cried out in gibbers
The Fifth Babushka knew too well
To even let me near
Her sisters I had cruelly felled
An insidious career
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