In THE PIG GOT UP (Lyrics: Benjamin Hapgood Burt,1880-1950,the boozer meets a pig in October and a horse in November.

I also well remember
One evening in November
When I was creeping home at break of day
For in my exhilaration
I engaged in conversation
With a cab-horse, right on the corner of Broadway

I was filled up to the eyeballs
With a flock of gin and highballs
So I whispered to the cab-horse old and grey
I says, "It's these all-night homeward marches
That gave us both our fallen arches."
And the old horse laughed and slowly walked away

lyrics https://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/p/piggotup.html - also at https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=24205

recorded by Frank Crumit