Your tail in the water, your head out of sea!”
The fish soon made its appearance.
“Well, old man,” it said, “what do you want?”
“My wife,” said the man, “has had a misfortune, and has broken our bucket. So I have come to ask for a new one.”
“Very well,” said the fish, “you shall find one at home.”
The old man went back. As soon as he got home his wife said to him—
“Be off to the golden fish again, and ask it to give us a new hut. Ours is all coming to pieces. We have scarcely a roof over our heads.”
The old man once more came to the shore, and cried—
“Little fish, little fish, come now to me,
Your tail in the water, your head out of sea!”