Prose & Poetry - War Poetry of S J Robinson - There's a Rat

Members of RFC 56 Squadron Reproduced within this area of the site are present-day First World War poems written by S. J. Robinson.  Click here for an introduction to the poems.

There's a Rat
(Accompanied by tune of The Quartermaster's Stores)

There's a rat, rat
Big an' bloomin' fat
Rules our wars
Rules our wars
there's a rat, fat,
Staying at the back
While he tries to
Rule our wars

O' Haig's so dim, he cannot see,
Machine guns will our ending be
Machine guns will
Our ending be

We must hop, hop
Straight ov-er the Top
By his laws,
By his laws
And we're shot, shot,
If we'd rather not
While he tries to
Rule our wars.

Repeat Chorus

"Monkey meat" was U.S. slang for the canned beef and carrot ration.

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