Here's the marching song we would chant on long, long hikes:

Left, left, left, left,
I left my wife and forty-nine kids
In a house of detention
Without any gingerbread.
Did I do right, right, right, right?
Ooop-a-daisy [doing a little double-step shuffle],
Left, left, left, left . . . .

Then last summer when a friend from Germany came to visit, we went hiking and she started chanting:

Recht, recht, recht, recht,
Ein Hut, ein Stock, ein Regenschirm,
Und vorwärts, rückwärts, seitwärts, d'ran!