17 January 1942
Happy birthday, my handsome guy!
O, how you floated like a butterfly,
But your punches stung like a bee.
That's what really impressed me.
With every solid punch you throw,
Ever weaker Frazier were to grow.
Even Foreman couldn't cope,
With your tactic "Rope-a-Dope"!
As every opponent was made to flee,
A great champion you'll always be.
We'll remember you just like this,
Cos' you defined what greatness is.
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