Fly Like A Butterfly, Sting Like A Bee

Another legend has left us, the Great Mohammed Ali;

When a boy I watched him box as Cassius Clay, “Fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee”!

In February sixty-four, I was there when he won the title, as Liston could take no more;

My hero had done just what he said he’d do, as the crowd in appreciation roared!

I watched every fight he fought then on, from Lewiston till his last;

They had to replay his knockouts in slow motion, for his punches came so fast!

I cried when the Army stripped him, from his title and his belt;

Just because of his new religion, and the true way that he felt!

But eventually, all that “bumbling bullshit bureacuracy”, got orders from the “biggest brass”;

Give Ali his f’ing title back, and quit messing with his ass!

Then “The Greatest” returned to life again, fought Frazier and Foreman as foes;

And although he did not win them all, he was our champion, “wherever” he would go!

You’ve just lost your final fight, but I can hear the angels sing;

Welcome “Champ”, to your new arena, in Heaven, with your King!

We’ll miss you our dear Cassius Clay, and “The Greatest” Mohammed Ali;

“You flew away like a butterfly, but still stinging like a bee”!