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.’