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.