ONE EVENING IN OCTOBER

One evening last October, when I was far from sober
And dragging home a load with manly pride
My feet began to stutter and I fell down in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay right by my side

Then I mumbled, "It's fair weather when good fellows get together"
Till a lady passing by was heard to say,
"You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses"
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away