"Chop off my head, my hinny, my heart, Chop off my head, my own darling . . ." What is a poor girl to do, when the Frog of the Well of the World's End demands such a thing of her? Or what of the bride-to-be who spies this above the door she must enter: "Be bold, be bold, but not that bold, Lest that your heart's blood should run cold!"