WHIP-POOR-WILL… a poem

Come out little Whip-poor-will

It’s such a lovely day

The sun is on the rise again

Please come out and play

Come out little Whip-poor-will

The Pheasant’s on the run

We all have a job to do

Our song, it must be sung

Come out little Whip-poor-will

The seed is on the ground

We’ll forage it together

There’s so much to be found

Goodbye little Whip-poor-will

I see feathers on the rocks

We’ll sing, so long, in our song

Thanks to a stealthy fox