It used to go like that: 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 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 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 ye cannot bring good news, then don’t bring any” But, verily, now it goeth like this:
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 04:09:08 +0000