There was a wicked messenger

From eli he did come

With a mind that multiplied

The smallest matter.

When questioned who had sent for him

He answered with his thumb

For his tongue it could not speakbut only flatter.



He stayed behind the assembly hall

It was there he made his bed

Oftentimes he could be seen returning.

Until one day he just appeared

With a note in his hand which read

'the soles of my feetI swear they're burning.'



Ohthe leaves began to fallin'

And the seas began to part

And the people that confronted him were many.

And he was told but these few words

Which opened up his heart

'if ye cannot bring good newsthen don't bring any.'