Like a Butterfly; Like a Bee (a Pantoum)

The following poem is written in the pantoum format. To read more about this format, visit this Wikipedia page. It is not written in strict format, instead I took some liberties, by rephrasing a few of the lines slightly. Hope you enjoy!

The name: Muhammad Ali.
Once a young boy, Cassius,
now immortalized in history
as the greatest boxer who has ever lived.
Once a young boy, Cassius
Clay dreamed of himself
as the greatest boxer who has ever lived,
for all of the world to see.
Clay dreamed for himself
to do better than Olympic Gold,
for all of the world to see.
So...he trained and trained, and developed.
To do better than Olympic Gold,
he'd perfect his punch, he'd perfect his dance.
So he trained...and trained, and developed
that unorthodox style he called his own.
He perfected his punch, he perfected his dance;
that's how he stung, that's how he floated!
That unorthodox style he called his own
that no one could forget.
Oh! How he stung! Oh! How he floated!
Now immortalized in history
so that no one could forget
the name: Muhammad Ali.