Public Domain Poetry And Stories - Nursery Rhyme. XXVIII. Historical by Unknown Public domain poetry and public domain stories from the literary greats of yesteryear.
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.
