He got me matched with Denver Brown,
I finished him in half a round.
Next month I fought with Brooklyn Mike,
As tough a boy who hit the pike;
Then Frisco Jim and Battlin’ Ben,
And knocked them all inside of ten.
I took ’em all and won each bout,
None of them birds could put me out;
The sportin’ writers watched me slug,
Then all the papers run my mug.