It was early last September

As near as I can remember


While strolling down a lane in tipsy pride

Not a word did I utter

As I lay down in the gutter

And this pig came up and lay there by my side

Not a soul was I disturbing

As I lay there by the curbing

When this high toned lady come

And I heard her say

You can tell a man who boozes

By the company he chooses

And the pig got up and slowly walked away

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