Baba Yaga's Lab
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        Baba Yaga sniffs a flask 
	with old chromatographic nostrils.
        She mutters over multimeters,
        tweaks a dial and speaks her mind
        when no one's there to listen.

        On test tube legs, her lab is lined
        with dusty journals, vials and potions.	
	Magic lotions bubble trouble,
	Pyrex caldrons boil.

        Deuterium and mummy dust,
        palladium and toads.
        She doesn't need a tokamak,
        got fusion in a teapot.


Thanks to Irene for the idea.