Man of valor, man of uncommon guts, Against him, everyone bites the dust; No nonesense of a guy, though little schooled, Nice and courteous, yet, not easily fooled; Yes, he emerged from a humble beginning, gained wealth and esteem by always winning.
Pugilist in form, but an artist in the ring, A dancer that makes his punching gloves sing; Cross his path and he’ll show you the stars, Make you feel like you’re fresh from seven wars; A solid rock hewn from an obscure past, Now his name’s a household word at last.
People respect him for honoring a nation, A world champion worthy of adulation; Can you find flaw in his character cart? Quitting is a word not found in his heart; Unlike some heads that get swelled by success, Innocence still resides in his mind’s recesses; A model, indeed, for those who dare to dream, Oh yes, good things come when the heart is clean.
