He looked forward to his plans coming to fruition.
His conversion from frog to prince had worked well, but left him itchy and uncomfortable if he strayed too far from his origins. He worked that problem for the last year, and finally had success with an ointment that relieved the itching in short-term, and after a few months of use he was finding he no longer needed it at all for days at a time.
So now it was time to put the band together, and go win himself a princess.
A banjo, a washtub bass, and a jug would be a start.