As they enter one ward, the nearest patient turns to him and says “Fair fa’ your honest sonsie face, great chieftain o’ the pudden race!”
Before the doctor can react, the patient in the next bed adds “Wee sleekit cowerin’ timorous beastie! O what a panic’s in thy breastie!”
And not to be outdone, the third patient responds “Some ha’ meat and cannae eat, and some wad eat that want it!”
The doctor murmurs to the orderly “So this is the mental health ward?”
“Och no!” replies the orderly.
“…it’s the Burns Unit!”
(And happy Haggis Day to us all)