For I am the Akela of a jolly Wolf Cub Band
Who, personally, I always think
The finest in the land.
In uniform upon parade
They look so trim and neat,
That I'm as proud, as proud can be,
When we go down the street,
Chorus:
(Stepping along--a happy throng-
Stepping it out--You'll hear us shout):
Oh, we're a rack of Jolly Cubs,
Who try from day to day
To make what we've learned in the Pack
For life a helpful way;
We'll always try to do our best,
In eveything we do
At school, at home, at play, you'll find,
We're to our Cubbing true.