Calamity, always in trouble, pain follows close behind, His luck, twisted and tangled, provoking others with glee, No reason needed to face, a wave of misfortune, Yet slightly luckier than, his mentor in the shadows, Adults harm him out of spite, trying to silence his pride, Never speaking, only signs, communication with written words, Frank Welker's voice in yowls, echoing in high octaves, Laughs and noises bring joy, to the little coyote's world.