From the beginning of time,
mankind has heard my laughter.
From the old time,
to this very night.
The bristles on my tail
have been many.
May be that at times they grow thick and bushy
and I am puffed up with pride
and all kinds of foolishness.
Could be I grow lazy and fat,
sleeping too much in the sun.
And may be, Crow comes by,
sneaks up on me when I'm dreaming,
and steals away with my Medicine sack and I lose ....
everything,
Everybody laughs then,
calling me Coyote Foolishness.
I grow thin and wiry
in the lean times.
I run fast and low,
unseen when the Dark Time comes.
Then I see, I hear, I learn much of the World’s secrets.
And I remember many strange things.
At such times as these,
everybody sings my Ancient Tale.
They smile,
they call me Coyote Wisdom.
You hear my tale,
and still I am laughing.
Come, tell Coyote your own ancient tale,
so we may sit under the stars, and laugh together.
