Ali’s Got A Left, Ali’s Got A

Fifty Years Old, 212 Fights, And I'm Still Pretty.

Rest But Never Quit. Even The Sun Has A Sinking Spell Each Evening. But It Always Rises The Next Morning. At Sunrise, Every Soul Is Born Again.

Before I Became A Muslim, I Ate Pork And Chased Women--but All That Stuff Stopped.

I'm Pretty As A Girl.

Float Like A Butterfly, Sting Like A Bee. The Hands Can't Hit What The Eyes Can't See.