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 we done?