The counselors say the usualendorsements, be kind, be kind, be kind,until the words loosen against minds, religion,
a repeating game. And the children love coyotes,love when they tear the body unwhole, the rabbit.
This land is your land, this land is my land. The hart was killedby the wolf; the wolf was killed by stones, by farmer’s metal.And now there is solace, now there are dogs.
Be kind, be kind. This land admires our voice.The children love to eat the songsand the songbirds.