Author Anonymous We are Fred Karno's army,The ragtime infantry:We cannot fight, we cannot shoot,What earthly use are we!And when we get to Berlin,The Kaiser he will say,‘Hoch, hoch! Mein Gott,What a bloody fine lotAre the ragtime infantry!’ Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (5 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments