Bomb-a-Job (Do Your Best)

Wolf Cubs in a dusty hall,

loyally for Baden-Powell

woggling our mufflers,

gearing up for Bob-a-Job,

(Akela quelled the scufflers):

'Wolf Pack, will you DYB DYB DYB?'

'We will DOB DOB DOB, Wolf!'

Ranged across a bare atoll

(or at Maralinga)

as red burst with sand and gold,

in drab shorts, we raw recruits,

strangely through our X-ray fingers

greeted cancer with salutes.