Oh no I forgot. Well, I did have a whiskey earlier, but shoulda been a scotch. And instead of haggis for dinner, I had gumbo. Ah well, maybe next year! O thou, my muse! guid auld Scotch drink! Whether thro’ wimplin worms thou jink, Or, richly brown, ream owre the brink, In glorious faem, Inspire me, till I lisp an’ wink, To sing thy name!