That’s the scamp that has done this scandalous thing!
That’s the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal’s Ring!’
The poor little Jackdaw,
When the monks he saw,
Feebly gave vent to the ghost of a caw;
And turn’d his bald head, as much as to say,
‘Pray, be so good as to walk this way!’
Slower and slower, He limp’d on before,
’Till they came to the back of the belfry door,
Where the first thing they saw,