Season

 1 Spring|        gentleman, well drest - 'tis shame to say -~A nobleman,
 2 Spring|      own boorish tots. ~And so 'tis ev'rywhere, while babes
 3 Summer|           You know, my friend, 'tis tough to labor in the sun, ~
 4 Summer|         the ensuing year. ~And 'tis a timely call; Saint John'
 5 Summer|         German words! ~But now 'tis not enough that they don
 6 Autumn|        like your tender meat. ~'Tis strange to see how sharp
 7 Autumn|         each daily meal;~But - 'tis a shame to tell it - they,
 8 Autumn|        Krizas still went on: ~" Tis shame, 'tis brazen shame
 9 Autumn|         went on: ~" Tis shame, 'tis brazen shame for you men
10 Autumn|      waste many a timberland. ~'Tis sad when Lauras, the uncle
11 Autumn|       is too bright, another - 'tis too dark; ~Paikius condemns
12 Autumn|         this oppressive life. ~'Tis true that in this world,
13 Winter|     winter on the march. ~Yea, 'tis a proper time; the Yuletide
14 Winter|       Kubas squintingly,~"That 'tis not fitting for the boors
15 Winter|        mischief of the boors. ~'Tis awful e'en to hear when
16 Winter|       But us, poor fools - and 'tis a shame e'en to admit - ~
17 Winter|         and put in jail, ~That 'tis high time for us to quit
18 Winter|        chief commune. ~Besides 'tis bad when you, having mislaid
19 Winter| strongly down that food;~To me 'tis all the same, as long as
20 Winter|  unheard-of things occur. ~But 'tis, indeed, too bad, when oft
21 Winter|        offer us no food. ~"For 'tis not the first year that
22 Winter|         endure hard times,~And 'tis not the first time we cook