“One evening in October, when I was one-third sober,

An’ 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 an’ lay down by my side; 

Then we sang ‘It’s all fair weather when good fellows get together,’

Till a lady passing by was heard to say: 

‘You can tell a man who “boozes” by the company he chooses’

And the pig got up and slowly walked away.” – Benjamin Hapgood Burt