Indeed, Melissa, why not a whippoorwill collection?
Hear the bird sing on the hill.
Whippoorwill! Whippoorwill!
With a voice both loud and shrill;
Whippoorwill! Whippoorwill!
If the moon is gay and bright
If there's not a ray in sight,
All night long
he sings this song.
Whippoorwill! Whippoorwill!