Coyote, My Little Brother

Coyot', Coyotee-ee-ee! What have they done? My brother, where Brother, where Where do you run? They strychinined the mountains They strychinined the plains Brother, the coyote Won't come back again Won't come back again When you hear him singing The few that are left He's warning the human race Of his death, of his death Don't poison the mesas Don't poison the sky Or you won't be back; Little brother Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye There will be no one to listen And no one to sing And never ever be... Be spring...