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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 Often times he could be seen returning Until one day he just appeared With a note in his hand which read