'Twas an evening in November which I clearly do remember.
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride
When my legs went all aflutter and I landed in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
So I lay there in the gutter thinking thoughts I could not utter
When a lady passing by was heard to say,
"You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses."
And with that, the pig got up and walked away.