Tiny Blurr is being shown around a hospital. Towards the end of
his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of people with
no obvious signs of injury.

He goes to greet the first patient and the chap replies:

"Fair fa' your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin'.race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang 's my arm."

Tony, being somewhat confused grins and moves on to the next
patient and greets him. He replies:

"Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit."

The third starts rattling off as follows:

"Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an chase thee,
Wi murdering pattle!"

Tony turns to the doctor accompanying him and asks what sort of
ward this is. A mental ward?

"No," replies the doctor, "It's the Burns unit."

"Boom boom."