There was a wicked messenger

From Eli he did come

With a mind that multiplied

The smallest matter

When asked who had sent for him

He answered with his thumb

For his tongue it could not speak but only flatter

He stayed behind the assembly hall

It was there he made his bed

And oftentimes he could be seen returning

Until one day he just appeared

With a note in his hand that read

'The soles of my feet I swear they're burning '

Oh the 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 you cannot bring good news then don't bring any '