Season

 1 Spring|        gaudy styles. ~Clad in a boorish garb, you sing your song
 2 Spring| selfsame naughty things?' ~'The boorish women wrap their dolls in
 3 Spring|         and brawl, like our own boorish tots. ~And so 'tis ev'rywhere,
 4 Summer|        are to complete our many boorish tasks. ~O Lord, how can
 5 Summer|    climb the skies, ~And in our boorish way we went to work the
 6 Summer|      the oatmeal pap, our daily boorish food, ~From ev'ry table
 7 Autumn|        instruments and struck a boorish tune. ~Plyckius twanged
 8 Autumn|        they, just like we, play boorish tricks and laugh.~It's true,
 9 Autumn|         not ashamed to blab the boorish brazen tales. ~Said Prickus, "
10 Autumn|     pulled my hair and boxed my boorish ears. ~So I just hid myself
11 Autumn|   started to converse in brazen boorish way.~You know how a dumb
12 Autumn|      with alcohol, ~Begin their boorish jokes and rough, indecent
13 Winter|       not just our moss-covered boorish homes, ~But also it consumes