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 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 which read   The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning      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...