It was a day in November
As I well remember
I was walking down the street in drunken pride
My legs were all a-flutter
So I landed in the gutter
And a pig walked up and lay down by my side

Yes I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter
When a colleen passing by did stop and say
"You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses"
At that the pig got up and walked away!


cheers Theresa

geoff turner