Take heed, this is but a fun poem
Whippoorwill or maiden fair?
There are two of you I swear,
One that flies a whippoorwill
And one of you a maiden fair,
That I have placed a pedestal.
And I am at a loss to say,
Which of you will answer the door.
When knocking on the overlay,
Whippoorwill or pedestal store.
You never clue me this to know.
Your heart and mind beyond compare
And I never know which will show.
Maiden fair or whippoorwill dare.
Still you are the one captured me
And I have given my love to you.
But I would love a way to see,
A way to separate the two.
So which I ask, in humble swear,
The whippoorwill or maiden fair?