To mind the dame he was greatly loth, But he feared the woman when she was wroth; So he went again to the ocean-side, And softly thus the fisherman cried: O good flounder in the sea, Hither quickly come to me; For Pauline, my loving dame, Wants queer things I fear to name! Whereat the flounder, swimming near, Said, Why again am I summoned here And the trembling fisherman answered thus: My dame is always making a fuss; She deems our mansion poorly planned; She wants a palace great and grand!