POOR MR. MIDAS
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O POOR Mr. Midas did nothing but think Of the sound that his money made,—chink, chink, chink! He filled his pockets, he filled his shoes, But the more he gathered the less he could use.
It weighed on his mind till he scarce slept a wink, And then he would dream of the chink, chink, chink. He filled his boxes, he filled his bed, And so there was nothing to fill but his head.