Coyot', coyote what have we done?
Little brother, where, where do you run?

We strychinined the mountain
We strychinined the plain
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'll be no one to listen
And no one to sing and never, never
Will there be spring

Coyot', coyote what have they done?