| Coyote, My Little Brother |
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| Coyot', coyote |
| What have they done? |
| Little brother, where |
| Where do you run? |
| They strychinined the mountain |
| They strychinined the plain |
| 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', coyote |
| What have they done? |
