The Pig

'Twas an evening in November
As I very well remember
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride
But my knees were all a-flutter
So I landed in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side

Yes, I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter
When a lady passing by did softly say:
"You can tell a man that boozes
By the company he chooses"
And the pig got up and slowly walked away!