_The Mountain Ash was wearing
Her beads of coral red,
And the fuzzy caterpillars
Were all looking for a bed;
The Thistle birds were calling,
And the air was crisp and clear,
"Summer has gone," said Buddy Jim
"And Winter'll soon be here."_
"That's so, Son," said Old Bob the gardener, "and that being so, you'd
better make hay while the sun shines."
Buddy was used to Old Bob the gardener, and his funny sayings, and so
he knew that he didn't really mean that about making hay, because the
hay had been made for months, but that he must do whatever there was to
_be_ done and not waste time about it.