"O, my luve is like a red,
red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly played in
tune....."
Finding the response somewhat
inappropriate she wished him good day and moved down the ward to a room where
another man was sitting quietly.
In response to her inquiry, he began singing:
"Should auld acquaintance be
forgot,
And never brought to min' ?
Should auld acquaintance be
forgot,
And days o' lang syne ?"
Somewhat
baffled by this sequence of events she found a third room, where her greeting
was met with:
"Wee, sleekit, cowrin',
tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie
...."
She
gave up, and left the ward. On her
way out, she encountered the head nurse.
"Is this the psychiatric ward?" she asked.
"No,
your majesty," the nurse replied.
"It's......the Burns unit."
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