Twig by twig
Ravens at work building a nest.
Coyote sees them wondering
When do those two break for a rest.
Coyote built his den
By kicking some dirt to the side.
Not much but then again
Coyote had not yet found his bride.
He gets lonely when the sun sets
Singing his blues his brown and tan.
Why he can’t find a sweetheart
He just don’t understand.
Coyote could just move in on those two
That would never work so he goes singing the blues.
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