Frog standard

This beautiful frog leapt out of the grass as I was mowing. I was so entranced by its golden speckled skin that I  was quite tempted to kiss it if I had not feared it might turn into - perish the thought! - a prince. Can you imagine the tedium of having to entertain royalty on a sunny afternoon? Apply toothpaste to his toothbrush at bedtime? Find  paper and pens so he could scribe his letters in a spidery hand?
No, Mr Frog was returned unkissed to his damp home where he  will retain his common or garden status. We will have no crowned heads here.