“It was early last December, as near as I can remember, 
I was walking down the street slightly tipsyfied. 
No one was I disturbing as I sat down by the kerbing, 
and a pig came up and sat down by my side. 
As I sat there in the gutter, 
thinking thoughts I could not utter, 
a lady passing by was heard to say. 
‘You can tell someone who boozes by the company he chooses,’ 
and the pig got up and slowly walked away.”