Season

 1 Spring|       O happy nightingale.~You put to scorn the sound of organ,
 2 Spring|      sharp carving knife, ~And put the gleaming blade against
 3 Spring|    pour your master's tea,~Go, put on your bast shoes; go back
 4 Spring| swiftly change when one has to put on ~A herder's garments
 5 Spring|       some ferocious ox ~Would put you to the yoke and make
 6 Summer|       close; ~Tomorrow we must put a new edge on the scythes. ~
 7 Summer|        who hardly knows how to put on his pants, ~Who shamefully -
 8 Autumn|      washed his gray horse~And put a saddle with new stirrups
 9 Autumn|   spare not that hornless ram;~Put chickens, ducks and geese
10 Winter|      of winter's threats, have put on armor plate, ~So now
11 Winter|       to burn our weary backs,~Put on light linen garb, or
12 Winter|        forester has caught and put in jail, ~That 'tis high
13 Winter|        on it shook, ~And newly put in window panes began to
14 Winter|        tried.~And so Docys was put in heavy iron chains, ~Then