Season

 1 Spring|          boorish women wrap their dolls in swaddling rags ~And stick
 2 Spring|          of high birth have their dolls drest in silk ~To lay to
 3 Spring| featherbeds; ~But even their nice dolls, when their pink tummies
 4 Spring|   multiply, ~And all our toys and dolls appeared to us but trash. ~
 5 Spring|          more so, when the living dolls appear,~And usher in many
 6 Spring|           happens when a bunch of dolls arrives. ~"O Adam, the first
 7 Spring|         sire, the first of living dolls,~Caused never-ending grief
 8 Spring|        arrive great multitudes of dolls,~And these dolls, just like
 9 Spring|    multitudes of dolls,~And these dolls, just like yours, are but
10 Spring|  experience,~And knew not how the dolls would grow and multiply,~
11 Winter|         away your ponies and your dolls,~Of need to earn your bread,