The Ali shuffle, hit the man.
He'd switch so fast, you know he can.
Like lightening speed and the rope-a-dope,
You try to block and he says "Nope!"
Get it moving, get it right.
Big George Foreman in his stride.
Ali took him down no questions asked,
Like Everest to climb, a deadly task.
Third time lucky, Manila was a thrill,
By the end smokin' Joe took the spill.
Ali kept floatin' and stung just fine,
That's why he's the greatest of all time.
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