Faces

There was a wicked messengerFrom Eli he did comeWith
a mind that multipliedThe smallest matterWhen questioned
who had sent for himHe answered with a thumbFor his
tongue it could not speakBut only flatterHe stayed
behind the assembly hallIt was there that he made his
bedOften times he could be seen returningUntil one
day he just appearedWith a note in his hand which read