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There was a wicked messenger, from |
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Eli he did come |
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With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter |
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When questioned who had sent for him, he answered with his thumb |
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For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter |
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He stayed behind the assembly hall, it was there he made his bed |
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Oftentimes he could be seen returning |
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Until one day he just appeared with a note in his hand, which read"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning" |
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Oh, the leaves began to fallin' and the seas began to part |
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And the people that confronted him were many |
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And he was told but these few words, which opened up his heart"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any" |
