Sung in a style like a coyote's howl.

COPYRIGHT 1968, by Peter La Farge, published in Broadside as transcribed by Sis Cunningham. Used by permission inSongs That Changed The World Edited by Whitman, Wanda Willson, Crown Publishers, New York, 1969 p 194.

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COYOTE, MY LITTLE BROTHER

Coyot', Coyotee-ee-ee! What have they done?
My little brother, where...where do you run? They strychinined the mountains, they 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 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.

Coyt', Coyotee-e-ee! What have they done?

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

A sound sample of the style used by Pete Seeger may be found at:
http://www.cduniverse.com/search/xx/music/pid/1088725/a/God+Bless+The+Grass.htm