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Coyote. Coyote,

What have they done?
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My little brother,
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Where do you run?

They’ve poisoned the mesas
They’ve poisoned the plain.
My little brother the coyote
Won’t come back again.

You can hear them calling,
The few that are left.
He’s warning the human race
Of his death.

He said, “Don’t poison the mesas.
Don’t poison the plain.
There’ll be no one to listen.
There’ll be no one to sing.
Never never will there be spring.”

Coyote, coyote,
What have they done?
Mmmmmm,
Where will you run?