Season

 1 Summer|    bast-shod submissive souls,~With lords and their valets may never
 2 Summer|           simple boors, held by the lords as knaves, ~Fed on unwinnowed
 3 Summer|          cake.~What would become of lords if there were no meek serfs,~
 4 Summer|           Will you tell that to the lords? ~You know that ev'ry time
 5 Summer|            bow before the rich. ~Of lords you spoke the truth. But
 6 Summer|              I've pleased the noble lords and the hardworking boors; ~
 7 Summer|            pay what's needed to the lords, ~When the rapacious help
 8 Summer|         faithfully obey your feudal lords, ~And render to the school
 9 Autumn|       Should bow, eat and behave as lords and ladies do. ~As the gay
10 Autumn|           at such an uncouth scene.~Lords, in their own proud way,
11 Autumn|               But do not think that lords and ladies of high rank ~
12 Autumn|           speaks ill of God. ~Blind lords, who dumbly play into the
13 Autumn|             and comedies the errant lords ~Leave their dissolute servants
14 Autumn|             for myself, but for the lords. ~You know how sweet it
15 Autumn|       rywhere - ~And that among the lords and the downtrodden boors ~
16 Winter| never-ending slush. ~Even the noble lords, racing by on horse back, ~
17 Winter|         lies, ~Dares to deceive the lords as well as the poor boors, ~
18 Winter|             crows. ~For ye, O noble lords, exploit us boors so much, ~
19 Winter|            rogues oft disobey their lords, ~And then they harm themselves
20 Winter|           us because we disobey our lords. ~And now you see what ill
21 Winter|              that our most gracious lords, ~Upset by greed for wealth,
22 Winter|           having summoned all, rich lords and lowly boors, ~He will