Buck knew not the meaning of frost,

Nor did he ever feel he was lost.

In Judge Miller’s house in the south was he,

Worries and troubles for him weren’t to be.

Until one day he went for a stroll

And on his fate, there was taken a toll.

Manuel was the gardener who kept the grounds,

But on him was never a coin to be found.

For he wasted his wage on lottery and luck,

But never the gold mine or jackpot was struck.

His wife and his kids were still to be fed,

So one day unto himself he said,

“I’ll sell my master’s dog for cash!

I know it might be rather rash,

But what else could I do to feed my kin?

For to my wife I must atone for my sins.”

So Buck was sold to a chain of dog thieves,

And still to this day, his master grieves.

Around Buck’s neck a rope was tied,

And with it was choked ’til he wanted to cry.

Buck was brought up to Seattle by train,

His fury was stoked and his pride was pained.

When the city was reached, he was put in a crate.

The outlook on things was not very great.

A man in a red sweater soon let Buck free.

Oh, what a sight was that dog to see!

Buck was in a fit of anger and rage

From being cooped up in a tight fitting cage.

His eyes were bright red and his mouth was foaming,

But he, not the man, had a big lesson coming!

Every time that Buck lunged for his throat,

The man hit him with club ’til blood covered his coat.

Buck knew afterwards that he couldn’t defeat

A man with a club, he just was not to be beat.

The law of club and fang is what some might call it,

But all dogs in the Northland must learn to follow it.

For the Northland was the place that Buck was bound

After Francois and Perrault, his new owners, were found.

When they first arrived, Buck was very confused.

He had never seen snow, and his masters were amused.

He soon found out that many surprises lay in store for him,

And the freezing cold and driving snow left no room for the prim.

Buck learned to work as never before,

As hard as he could and a little more.