I enjoy seeing a coyote here at the Glen
But just a few, not a pack of eight or ten

If he’d be kind and gentle, I’d let that coyote in
I’ll feed him well, some of them seem awfully thin

I’ll bet he’ll let me pet him, rub his skinny tummy
Are these the sentimental dreams of an aging dummy

Well, I’ve had this fellow here with me several weeks
And I’ve trained him now, he rolls over and he speaks

Although I’ve lost some friend with little dogs
And it’s hard to find coyote toys in any catalogues

I’ve trained my pet coyote, he’ll let you shake his paw?
No wonder early cultures looked at them with awe

I’ve altered my will, I’m leaving him the house and car
I’ve told him to be careful, use Lyft if you’re going far