The blizzard was bitter, the air thick and white,

As Balto ran on through the frigid dark night.

The trail disappeared, and his paws almost froze,

But that didn’t stop him—he had a dog’s nose.

He sniffed through the snow—he picked up a scent.

He lost not a moment—ARF! Off he went.

With miles left to go, icy hills left to climb,

Balto raced on—and got there in time.

You ask how he did it. He had a head start.

For he had a dog’s nose—and he had a dog’s heart.