Buddies

One evening in October,

When I was far from sober,

And carrying home a load,

with manly pride,

My feet began to stutter

so I lay down in the gutter,

and a pig came up

and lay down by my side.

 

We warbled "'Tis fair weather

when good fellows get together,"

'Til a lady passing by was heard to say,

"You can tell a man who boozes,

by the playmates that he chooses."

And the PIG got up,

And slowly walked away.

 

--Old Song