OK, maybe none of you are nerdy enough to get this*, but here goes.
While on a tour of Scotland, King Charles visits a veterans' hospital. He walks up to a random bed and speaks to the patient. "Hello, son. How is your recovery going?"
The man glares at the king for a moment, then shouts, “Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!”
Taken aback at being thus addressed, the king moves to the next bed. "How about you, soldier? Are they treating you well here?"
The man sits up in bed and gravely intones, "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.”
King Charles straightens up and turns to the hospital administrator accompanying him. "Am I correct in assuming that this is the ward for the mentally ill?"
"No, your majesty," the administrator says. "It's the severe Burns unit."