Season

 1 Spring|      hair from his unbalanced head, ~Tore off a piece of beard
 2 Spring|      hold high your brainless head ~And grumble if at times
 3 Spring|      you were worn and aching head to foot, ~Would feed you,
 4 Summer| raised crest upon his shallow head, ~Like a cock chasing hens,
 5 Summer|        The boor must bare his head and bow down to the ground ~
 6 Summer|     removed ~And bending your head low - ten dollars pay a
 7 Summer|      me and almost cleaved my head; ~Then next, he seized upon
 8 Autumn|      do his hest, he beats my head ~So hard that the snot squirts
 9 Autumn|     hair stand up on your old head. ~"Those stinkers have such
10 Autumn|     hair stood right up on my head! ~Peleda, you foul thing,
11 Autumn|      he would have clubbed my head right then and there. ~You
12 Autumn|       seize each other by the head or neck; ~Like dogs, they
13 Winter|   clouds old Winter stuck his head, ~And like a tyrant, doomed
14 Winter|    can; ~When he will bow his head abegging you for alms, ~
15 Winter|      posessing better sense, ~Head over heels all rolled out