Racist piggies abound.
One evening in October
When I was far from sober
And carrying a load with manly pride
I began to slip and stutter
So I lay down in the gutter
And a pig strolled up and lay right by my side
I warbled, “It’s fair weather
When good fellows get together!”
But a Christian passing by was heard to say,
“You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses”.
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.
The pigs haven’t left yet.
