It’s quiet on the prairie land,

Save whispers in the leaves,

I’m safe above coyote’s band

Because they can’t climb trees.

Beware, I say, of Halloween,

When spooks and bats abound,

When ghosts at night drift in between

The witches swirling ’round.

 

Don’t fret for me, I set the scene,

With orange fur and black,

I play my part on Halloween,

I yowl and arch my back.

 

So run coyotes, run away,

Until that black night’s done,

Your pack will be afraid to stay,

I’ll be the bravest one.