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 speak but only flatter He stayed behind the a**embly hall It was there he made his bed And oftentimes he could be seen returnin? Until one day he just appeared With a note in his hand that read The soles of my feet, I swear they're burnin? Oh, the leaves began to fall 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 don't bring any