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 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."
Mensajero Malvado
Hubo un mensajero malvado
De Eli vino,
Con una mente que multiplicaba
El menor asunto.
Cuando se le preguntó quién lo había enviado,
Respondió con su pulgar,
Pues su lengua no podía hablar, solo halagar.
Se quedó detrás del salón de asambleas,
Fue allí donde 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."
Oh, las hojas comenzaron a caer
Y los mares comenzaron a separarse,
Y las personas que lo enfrentaron eran muchas.
Y solo le dijeron estas pocas palabras,
Que abrieron su corazón,
"Si no puedes traer buenas noticias, entonces no traigas ninguna."