"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee".
These were the words of the great Muhammad Ali.
Lightning fast hands and quick in the boxing ring.
Smokin' Joe Frazier and George Foreman could attest to how his jabs did sting.

Whether big or whether small, the champ fought them all.
After some boxing matches he would say I'm pretty and brush his hair.
A man with a lot of charisma and flair.

The champ had such grace and style.
When we think of him in heaven.
To our faces this brings smiles.

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