The Wicked Messenger

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 couldn't speak, but only flatter He stayed behind the assembly hall, it was there he made his bed Often times 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 fallin', 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"