Robert Burns (Revised)

I wish that Robert Burns Would walk into a lecture, Say: 'Yer speculation's nonsense lads, At best just bad conjecture.' Shakespeare would follow him, Filled with awesome rage, Saying: 'These plays are not for you: They are for players on the stage.' And as the hall erupts, Dylan, dressed in red, Would march into the brouhaha, Saying: 'I'm not even dead.'