I am proud and strong,

I am smart and pure of blood,

No, I’m never wrong,

My appeal is the flood.

I am wonderful and great,

I am so very much,

But there is one thing that I hate,

I will tell you what it is.

Balto is the thing I hate,

He is the one I loathe,

Balto won by hateful fate,

His evil, to me, unfolds.  

Now, he is truly evil,

Yes, he is very cruel,

He stole my appeal,

My one precious jewel.

Who am I? You may ask,

To hate him so,

Who am I? Unmasked,

And face the coming cold.

Who am I? Who could I be?

Who am I? With this appeal,

Wait and you soon shall see,

Yes, I am Steele.