Season

 1 Spring|     the fields they found but little sustenance, ~They did not
 2 Spring|       and fro; ~Meanwhile the little girls, themselves but baby-dolls, ~
 3 Spring|      and oats, ~Now yield but little for our bread and oatmeal
 4 Summer|    And if at times we taste a little bit of meat, ~Or have a
 5 Summer| mortal at his birth is like a little bud, ~From which ere long
 6 Summer|    its new seed, and ends its little life. ~Thus like ephemeral
 7 Summer|      Not e'en the tiny one, a little baby nut -~To crack and
 8 Autumn|      taverns drink away their little wealth? ~Now, you have heard
 9 Autumn|   laid on the hard straw,~How little any babe may claim that
10 Autumn|  Discreetly manages to save a little bit? ~Besides, one does