This summer I met a coyote; he lived in the same state as me   He said “This place is driving me crazy; I have to leave.”   So he dressed up like red riding-hood’s grandma,   And took a train as far as Alabama, but he missed the snow   So he hitchhiked his way to Colorado, where he fell in love.      We lost touch.    I don’t blame him,   But I’ll miss him.   I’ll never forget what he told me:      “In ohio you’re always saying hello   With the two o’s in my goodbye   Goodbye though, goodbye though Ohio   I’m gonna take those two o’s and go   AWOOOOO-O AWOOOOO-O" (x3)