Coyote - Pete Seeger

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?