1 11 By Edgar J Jus U S t I F 0 1 1 k K S A. A Guest WILL WHIP WILL At times when summer nights arc are still There shrieks the strident whip poor And what the clamors clamor's all about I Mankind has yet to figure out I wonder as I hear that sound If eerie phantoms prowl around And wills whip contrive that way To keep the ghosts of cats away Out of the darkness sharp and shrill Comes that incessant whip will whippoorwill will poor 1 That cannot be a song of glee Or much more restful it would be The night seems lovely and serene No sign of danger can be seen And yet et that frenzied bird appears To voice a multitude of fears Oh Oh will whip-poor-will I would I knew Why strangely God has fashioned you ou Down through the ages with the night jQ IQ utter such a cry ry of pf fright I- I