When meeting the twin quail.
A looking for their valuables
As they crossed upon the trail.
Quail replied, “We have a dance
To shift between the two.
Of night and day each dawn.
Take all that we have
We keep our magic in a clay jar.
Go listen to the wind
As she sings through the pines.”
Coyote titled his ear
Something was afoot
Off he went a lickety-split.
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