Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
My boyhood hero was Muhammad Ali.
Bold and brash, He was The Louisville Lip.
Quick on his feet, many punches he slipped.
A lot of my friends loved Superman,
But back in the day, I was a boxing fan.
Bigger than sports, he spoke his mind.
At the top of his game, he was in his prime.
Because of his beliefs, he refused to fight,
Religious freedom is the peoples’ right.
Four years later, back in the ring,
Regaining the belt was his constant dream.
One cloudy morning in the Motherland,
He beat George Foreman, and he won some fans.
He boxed some more, it was much too long.
Boxer Trevor Berbick was his final song.
He fought his illness to the very end,
We learned so much from this champion.
He traveled the world, he promoted peace,
He walked with Kings, and helped the least.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
Another like him, we will never see.