'Twas an evening in November
As I very well remember -
I was walking down the street in drunken pride;
But my legs were all a flutter:
I landed in the gutter
And a pig came up and sat down by my side.
I was lying in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter
When a colleen, passing by, did softly say
"You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses!"
At that, the pig got up and walked away.
