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One evening in October, When I was about one-third sober, And was taking home a load with manly pride, My poor feet began to stutter, So I lay down in the gutter, And a pig came up and lay down by my side. Then we sang a song,Fair Weather; And ;Good Fellows Get Together; Till a lady passing by was heard to say: She says, ;You can tell a man who boozes By the company he chooses,; And the pig got up and slowly walked away.R.