You must wear disguise, you understand,
If you would win Pomona’s hand.
Go as a Ploughman, talk of spring,
Roses to her cheeks you’ll bring.
As a Fisherman, talk of summer time,
Charm her with your song and rhyme.
A Reaper has enchanting ways
When he sings of autumn days.
As Old Woman Winter in ice and snow,
You’ll interest her, I’m sure it’s so.