Old swing, stop your moaning,
Your dreary o-honing!
I’m sure you’re enjoying it still, now!
THE TREES
“Summer is gone!” said the Trees. “The fall of the year is come, and it is time for us to dress up and be gay.”
“I shall wear red!” said a Maple. “Sunset red is my color.”
“Yellow for me!” said another. “My dress shall be like pure gold.”
“I choose purple!” said the Ash. “It is the color of Kings, and suits me very well.”