One day her daughter
Named Persephone was gone.
Ceres looked here and there,
She looked everywhere,
But the girl could not be found.

At last her mother found that she
Was down in Pluto's place.
Pluto had run off with her,
He loved her pretty face.

Ceres was mournful
And she make a mother's plea,
"Give my daughter back,"
So a deal was struck,
Part of each year she'd be free.

That's how the seasons
Of the year go 'round and 'round
It is summer when Persephone's here,
Winter when she's underground.