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.'