A Burns’ Supper

I got tae be thinking the other night,

A thought that filled me wae great delight,

Whit if one day I’m dead famous,

Just like thon Irish poet Shamus.

Whit if every year they celebrate,

Hae a toast tae me and stay up late,

Whit if they ca’ this a Burns’ Supper?

I wonder if this wid be just like a fish supper.