I never was very refined, you see,
(And it weighs on my brother's mind, you see)
But there's no reproach among swine, d'you see,
For being a bit of a swine.
So I'm off with wallet and staff to eat
The bread that is three parts chaff to wheat,
But glory be!— there's a laugh to it,
Which isn't the case when we dine.
- Rudyard Kipling, The Prodigal Son