It was early last September,
As near as I remember,
I was walking down a street in drunken pride,
When I fell into a gutter, thinking thoughts I dare not
utter,
And a pig came up and lay by my side.
As I lay there in the gutter, thinking thoughts I dare not
utter,
A fair, young maid came by and she did say..
You can tell a man who boozes, by the company he chooses,
And at that, the pig got up and walked away,
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
(not my creation)
