There is no truth to the rumour that they have 2 legs longer on the left side to easily run around the steep hills. Or that the males and females have different long legs so that they run around the hills in different directions and therefore meet.
I'm continuing with this initiative by proposing a new variant on Haggis: "Shepheard's Haggis". It's basically a Shepheard's pie - which is essentially lamb mince+stuff topped with mashed potato - made using haggis instead of mince. If I have any leftover gravy in the freezer that gets mixed into the haggis to moisten it a bit. I've making this for years.
For added heresy I replace the neeps with baked beans, themselves livened up with some sumac or similar.
There lads and lasses in pearlings Will feast in the heart of the ha', On sybows, and rifarts, and carlings, That are baith sodden and raw.
And there will be fadges and brochan, With fouth of good gabbocks of skate, Powsowdy, and drammock, and crowdy, And caller nowt-feet in a plate. And there will be partans and buckies, And whitens and speldings enew, With singed sheep heads, and a haggies, And scadlips to sup till ye spew.
And there will be lapper'd milk kebbocks, And sowens, and farls, and baps, With swats, and well scraped paunches, And brandy in stoups and in caps: And there will be meal-kail and castocks, With skink to sup till ye rive, And roasts to roast on a brander, Of flukes that were taken alive.
Scrapt haddocks, wilks, dulse and tangle, And a mill of good snishing to prie; When weary with eating and drinking, We'll rise up and dance till we die. Then fy let us a' to the bridal, For there will be lilting there; For Jock's to be married to Maggie, The lass wi' the gowden hair.
Most people who complain have no objection to the floor sweepings of fast food they are eating