Oh, but you must stay! To lunch, and to the christening. We want you to be baby’s godfather; eh, my love?
The King.
Of course we do! I was saying so when you came in!
The Frog.
That’s very nice of you. I can sing to the little one, you know! [Croaks in imitation of an opera-singer.] I’m soloist in our glee-club, in the pond!
The Queen.
Delightful! And I’m sure you can dance with those springy legs of yours!
The Frog.
Good gracious, yes! I can lift any lady clear off her feet, and throw her plump into the fountain! [He starts to dance, but the King restrains him.]
The King.