How well do I remember, it was just this past December, <br />I was walking down the street in manly pride <br />When my heart began to flutter, and I fell into the gutter, <br />and a pig came up and lay down by my side <br />As I lay there in the gutter, with my heart still in a flutter, <br />a lady passing by began to say <br />'You can tell a man who boozes, by the company he chooses' <br />And the pig got up, and slowly walked away<br /><br />John Leroy Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pig-and-i/
