Coyot', coyote What have we done? Little brother, where Oh, where do you run? We strychnined the mountains We strychnined the plains 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 skies Or you won't be back Little brother, goodbye There'll be no one to listen And no one to sing And never, and never Will there be spring Coyot', coyote What have we done?