It kept crying, “Whip-poor-will!”
“Don’t let them whip me, mother!”
Cried poor trembling Willie Brown,
As he rushed into the cottage,
Where poor kitty he did drown.
“The monsters in the forest
Want to whip me, mother, still;
And they chased me, ever crying,
‘Whip-poor-will! whip-poor-will!’”
“You are foolish, boy, as naughty;