On an evening in October, when I was far from sober
I was wending my way home in tipsy pride
When my knees began to flutter, so I sat down in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.

Well, we talked about the weather, as friends do when they're together
When 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.

Don Firth