The Wicked Messanger

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