Childhood
A SONG OF MYSELF
by
Cassius Clay

Clay comes out to meet Liston
And Liston starts to retreat
If Listor goes back any further 
He'll end up in a ringside seat. 
Clay swings with a left, 
Clay swings with a right, 
Look at young Cassius 
Carry the fight. 
Liston 'keeps backing 
But there's not enough room 
It's a matter of time. 
There, Clay lowers the boom. 
Now Clay swings with a right, 
What a beautiful swing, 
And the punch raises the bear, 
Clear out of the ring. 
Liston is still rising 
And the ref wears a frown, 
For he can't start counting, 
Till Sonny comes down.
Now Liston disappears from view. 
The crowd is getting frantic,
But our radar stations have picked him up 
He's somewhere over the Atlantic. 
Who would have thought
When they came to the fight
That they'd witness the launching
Of a human satellite?
Yes, the crowd did not dream
When they laid down their money
That they would see
A total eclipse of the Sonny!
I am the Greatest!
The end
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