“It would be pleasant to have a little daughter, wouldn’t it?”
“Any kind of a child!” the woman prayed. “I’d be thankful for a child of our own even if it were a frog!”
God heard their prayer and sent them a little daughter—not a little girl daughter, however, but a little frog daughter.
They were ashamed and they decided that when people were about they had better keep their child hidden in a closet.
Why, that child of theirs is nothing but a frog!
The years went by and she grew old and feeble and the daily trip to the vineyard began to tire her and the basket seemed to her to grow heavier and heavier.
Let me help you, mother, Let me carry father’s dinner to him and you sit home and rest.
Nobody is singing. Don't be rash young man. Come down, Little Singing Frog! A Prince wants to marry you!
Who is singing? There is some one singing! It is a lovely girl, I know it is! Why, if I could find her, I’d be willing to marry her at once and take her home to my father, the Tsar!
She’s my own daughter, even if she does look like a frog.
I don’t care what she looks like, I love her singing and I love her. And I mean what I say: I’ll marry her if she’ll marry me. He bids all the brides bring him a flower and he says he’ll give the kingdom to the prince whose bride brings the loveliest flower.