Mr. Coyote and the Terrible Things He Taught His Children

The coyotes they sing out here

In the dark before the cockadoodle crows

And the freedom of daylight draws near

The coyotes howl a painful song to my ears

And I hear less hope than a sad Negro Spiritual

Sung by mothers in tears

So I asked Coyote

Why he does the things he does

And he replied to me softly

Because I am my father’s son

But I told him that

Things can change

They don’t have to stay the same

But he stopped me and he said

Arghhh-wooooo

I’m a slave to the moon

Arghhh-wooooo

I’m a Coyote and it’s just what we do

The coyotes

Oh, they waste their time out here

In the dark chasing their own tails

Running in circles of fear

So I asked Coyote

Why he does the things he does

And he replied to me softly

Because I am my father’s son

But I told him that

Things can change

They don’t have to stay the same

But he stopped me and he said

Arghhh-wooooo

I’m a slave to the moon

Arghhh-wooooo

I’m a Coyote and it’s just what we do

Oooo, but I told him that

You don’t have to have

The bitter taste in your mouth no more

From the sour grapes your parents ate

That was their choice not your’s

I believe a father’s child can change their own ways

And I know that this is something that I’ve said before

But there’s time and these things can be restored

And I won’t stop until we all make it there

And we will sing a new song like

Arghhh-wooooo

We are slaves to no thing, no thing

Arghhh-wooooo

It’s for freedom we have been set free!