Season

 1 Spring|       spinning wheels will barely turn around.~Instead of spinning,
 2 Spring|         And their feet neglect to turn the spinning wheel.~As thus
 3 Summer|          the grace and charm, and turn again to naught. ~Alas!
 4 Summer|      simple folk, my friends; ~In turn they revered him and held
 5 Summer|       bitterly ~That some of them turn blind because of endless
 6 Summer|        crying all the while, ~But turn to be purblind and feeble-minded
 7 Summer|           with wine, ~At cards in turn relieve each other of their
 8 Summer|       flax and tow, will cease to turn around. ~And with the winter
 9 Autumn|     wheels around the axle barely turn, ~Yet splash all round about
10 Winter| constantly, ~Ere long we all will turn to be weak, hoarse and blind. ~