The House with Legsv6

[Verse 1] At the edge of the village, where the birches lean, Old Baba Yaga kept a crooked canteen. She served black tea in a boot with a crack, And charged every guest for the road home back. A miller came knocking with flour on his coat, She sized up his buttons and swallowed his note. “Your manners are dreadful, your pockets are thin— But sit by the stove, and I’ll tell you what’s in.” [Chorus] Hey, little miller, don’t rattle the door, The house has got legs and it’s pacing the floor! Hey, little miller, keep one eye on the stew, The spoon’s got a grudge and it’s looking at you! [Verse 2] The stove gave a cough and the kettle took flight, A chicken in armor marched in for the night. The cat wore a medal, the raven a crown, While Yaga’s old broom swept the moonbeams around. The miller stood up with a brave little grin: “I’ve faced worse than soup with a bone floating in.” Then the floorboards cried, “That’s a handsome boast,” And the house took one step toward the frightened guest. [Chorus] Hey, little miller, don’t rattle the door, The house has got legs and it’s pacing the floor! Hey, little miller, keep one eye on the stew, The spoon’s got a grudge and it’s looking at you! [Bridge] “Enough!” cried the miller. “I’m leaving this place!” The broom bowed politely and swept him a space. Yaga laughed so hard that her spectacles spun; “Take this jar of jam—you’ve been good for a run!” [Final Chorus] Hey, little miller, go tell them in town, The house walks at supper and won’t settle down! Hey, little miller, take jam for the road— And mind that old spoon; it remembers who owed!