THE PIG GOT UP AND SLOWLY WALKED AWAY


It was early in December, as near as I remember,
While walking down the street in tipsy pride;
No one was I disturbing as 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,"
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.