It was early last December
As near as I remember
While walking down the street In tipsy pride
No one was I disturbing
When I lay down by the curbing
When a pig came up and lay down by my side.
As I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I cannot utter
A lady passing by was heard to say
You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses
Then... the pig got up and slowly walked away.