A nurse is giving a new intern a tour of the hospital.
The intern approaches one bedridden patient and asks, “Why are you here?”
The patient replies, “Wee sleket cowerin’ timrous beastie/O, what a panic is in thy breastie.”
The intern moves on to the next bed and asks the same question.
The patient answers, “O, my luve’s like a red, red, rose that’s newly sprung in June.”
At the third bed the intern asks again, “Why are you here?”
The third patient replies, “The best laid plans of mice and men, may often gang awry.”
At this, the intern turns to the nurse and asks, “What ward is this anyway?”
The nurse answers, “It’s the Burns Unit.”