Alas, dear haggis

...
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
...

From Rober Burns 1786 poem, Address To A Haggis


To celebrate Christmas thousands upon thousands of turkeys must die, On Robert Burns' birthday it is the turn of legions of haggises.