Coyote, My Little Brother

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?