Little General Monk
A cautionary tale…
Little General Monk
Nursery Rhyme
Little General Monk
Sat upon a trunk
Eating a crust of bread;
There fell a hot coal
And burnt into his clothes a hole,
Now little General Monk is dead.
Keep always from the fire,
If it catch your attire
You too, like General Monk, will be dead.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
This rhyme can be found in A History of Nursery Rhymes (1899) by Percy B. Green.
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