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
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