Song Database

Cub Picnic

(Tune: Finiculi, Finicula)

One day I chanced to take out for a picnic, 
My Wolf Cub Pack! My Wolf Cub Pack! 
We'd sandwiches and ginger ale a-plenty, 
To fill the slack of my Cub Pack! 
We went into the bush and started supper, 
Where I lost track of my Cub Pack. 
And that is where I woefully discovered 
How much they lacked, my Wolf Cub Pack. 
"Akela, Akela, look at this pussy-cat, 
Isn't it a beauty, a white stripe down his back." 
I tried to run--I tried to skip 
But all I did was simply trip (pause) 
Isn't any wonder I went home in a sack.