SUMMER
Concerning dates, whate’er they pen,
No matter whether true or not,
I know it must be summer when
Green peas are boiling in the pot.
AUTUMN
And autumn takes his turn to reign,
I know as sure as I’m a sinner,
When leaves are scattered o’er the plain,
And grapes are eaten after dinner.
WINTER
Winter is known by frost and snow,
To all the little girls and boys;
But it’s enough for me to know,
I get no greens except savoys.