Some talk of football-glorious, and some of hockey's grace,
And various institutions that are in this great place.
But of all the things for boys, there's none that can compare
With the Dyb, dyb, dob, dob, dob of the Wolf Cub in his lair.

You join when you are eight, if there's room in any pack,
You'll soon pass through your entrance, and fun you'll never lack.
'Tis a glorious organization for boys like you and me
With a dyb, dyb, dob, dob, dob, and a life quite pure and free.

You'll have to get a jersey, and a cap like these you see,
A neckerchief like we have will make a Cub like me.
Of course, we all wear garter tabs, just below the knee
And a dyb, dyb, -- dob, dob, dob, a real Wolf Cub you'll be.

And then you'll join the circle, and join in the Grand Howl
'Tis very like a Cub Pack who are too young to growl.
We'll all salute our leader and you with all the rest
With a dyb, dyb -- dob, dob, dob will swear to do your best.