Coyote

Coyot', Coyotee-ee-ee!
What have they done?
My little brother, where...
Where do you run?

They strychinined the mountains
They strychnined the plains
My little brother, the coyote
Won't come back again

When you hear him singing
The few that are left
He's warning the human race
Of his death

Don't poison the mesas
Don't poison the sky
Or you won't be back;
Little brother, goodbye

There will be no one to listen
And no one to sing
And never and never
Will there be spring

Coyot', Coyotee-ee-ee!
What have they done?
My little brother, where...
Where do you run?