The Greatest Words

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This is the story of Muhammad Ali, 
The prettiest fighter that ever will be.
He talks a great deal, and brags indeed-y,
of a muscular punch that's incredibly speed-y.
The fistic world was dull and weary,
But a champ like Liston, things had to be dreary.

Then comes someone with color and someone with dash,
To get fight fans runnin' with Cash.
This brash young fighter is something to see
And the heavyweight championship is his destiny.

Ali fights great; he’s got speed and endurance.
But if you sign to fight him, increase your insurance.
And he's got a left; and he's got a right,
If he hit you once, you're asleep for the night.
As you lay on the mat while the ref counts ten,
You’ll pray you never have to fight him again.

For "I am the man" this poem is about,
The heavyweight champion, there is no doubt.
This I predict and I know the score,
The champ of the world in ’64.
When I say three, they’ll go in the third,
Don’t bet against me, I’m a man of my word

For "I am the man" this poem’s about,
The heavyweight champ, there is no doubt.
Here I predicted Mr. Liston’s dismemberment,
Hit him so hard he wonder where October and November went.
When I say two, there’s never a third,
Standin against me is completely absurd. 
And if I tell you a mosquito can pull a plow
Don’t ask how; hit him up.

"I AM THE GREATEST!"