(Bob Dylan)



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,