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 a thumb.
For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter
He stayed behind the assembly hall,
it was there that 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".
The leaves began to fallin'
And the seas began to part,
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told these last few words,
Which opened up his heart,
"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any"
Mensajero Malvado
Hubo un mensajero malvado
de Eli vino,
Con una mente que multiplicaba
el menor asunto
Cuando se le preguntó quién lo envió
respondió con un pulgar.
Porque su lengua no podía hablar, solo halagar
Se quedó detrás del salón de asambleas,
allí hizo su cama,
A menudo se le veía regresar.
Hasta que un día simplemente apareció
con una nota en su mano que decía,
"Las plantas de mis pies, juro que están ardiendo".
Las hojas comenzaron a caer
Y los mares comenzaron a separarse,
Y la gente que lo enfrentaba era mucha
Y le dijeron estas últimas palabras,
Que abrieron su corazón,
"Si no puedes traer buenas noticias, entonces no traigas ninguna"