Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,
Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!
In and out Through the motley rout,
That little Jackdaw kept hopping about;
Here and there Like a dog in a fair,
Over comfits and cakes,
And dishes and plates,
Cowl and cope, and rochet and pall,
Mitre and crosier! he hopp’d upon all!
With saucy air,