Once, in forests dark and deep,
A wolfish pack would hunt and sleep.
With howls that echoed through the night,
They ruled the land with primal might.

But time would change, a curious turn,
A bond was forged, a flame did burn.
Near human fires, they sought their keep,
A chance for peace, a chance to sleep.

With gentle hands and hearts of gold,
Their wild instincts slowly unfold.
From fearsome wolves to loyal friends, 
A transformation, without end.

Now, they wag their tails with glee,
A part of us, wild and free.
Though tamed by love, their spirit's strong,
A testament to time so long.

So let us raise a glass or two,
To wolves and pups, both wild and true.
From ancient times to modern days,
Their loyalty, it always stays.