Answer / Explanation:
In ancient Greece, there lived a king,
Whose love for gold was everything,
He prayed to Dionysus for wealth untold,
And the god of wine granted his wish, behold!
King Midas now had the golden touch,
His every wish, he could now clutch,
All he touched turned to glittering gold,
The story of his riches was now told.
His joy was short-lived, for he soon found,
The curse of gold, he was now bound,
His food, his daughter, all turned to gold,
His life was now bitter and cold.
With tears in his eyes, he prayed once more,
To Dionysus, to end this curse, for sure,
The god of wine heard his plea,
And told him, "Wash your hands in the river, you'll be free."
The king ran to the river, as fast as he could,
And plunged his hands into the water, as he should,
The curse was broken, and he was free,
But the memory of his greed remained with he.
The story of King Midas, a warning we heed,
Of the dangers of greed, and its awful deed,
For wealth and gold, can never bring true joy,
But the love of family and friends, oh boy!