Nursery Rhyme. XXVIII. Historical
Little General Monk Sat upon a trunk, Eating a crust of bread; There fell a hot coal And burnt in his clothes a hole, Now General Monk is dead. Keep always from the fire: If it catch your attire, You too, like Monk, will be dead.
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