Season

 1 Spring|      played our silly games. ~We boys oft gathered in the yards
 2 Summer|      helpless tots. ~And for the boys and girls he sharpens his
 3 Summer|       wheels,~With other men and boys sped down the winding road.~
 4 Summer|         prattle, too. ~So hurry, boys, the day is drawing to a
 5 Summer| multicolored skirts. ~The rustic boys now wear high boots and
 6 Summer|             Twas the Plauciunas' boys bringing the rye tuft home. ~
 7 Summer|             Thus the Plauciunas' boys, to make their father glad, ~
 8 Summer|   buckets watered raging men and boys. ~And as they played crude
 9 Summer|        out: ~"Why do you dawdle, boys? The downpour's coming on, ~
10 Summer|     scorned, ~For many girls and boys such goodies oftentimes ~
11 Autumn|        so badly mauled,~That his boys brought him home in a trough
12 Winter|          much.~You are but silly boys and know naught of this