Great Chieftain o' the puddin' race (and a haggis)

As you know I'm almost a Burns scholar, and as with last year, I bring you a little known verse written by the great man himself. This is part of Tam O' Shanter, when the witches and warlocks are drinking and dancing in the churchyard....

'Then suddenly the lightnin crack'd - the sacred earth was rent in twa,
Great fire and brimstone spewin oot, and sulph'rous gases o'er them a'....

The de'il himsel' joined in the dance,
wi' skirlin' pipes so crazed and hearty,
Then raised his horn'd head and cried......
'Look guys, if anyone asks, this is a board meeting, ok? It is not, I repeat not, on any account, under any circumstances whatsoever, in any shape or form at all, to be considered a party......
Right. Get the booze out Jeremy. Mine's a lager shandy.'