The Company He Chooses

'Twas an evening in November,
As I very well remember,
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all a'flutter
So I landed in the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Yes I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When a colleen passing by did softly say, '
Ye can tell a man that boozes
By the company he chooses' -
At that, the pig got up and
Walked away.

~ Anon.