When Tony Blair was the PM, he visited an Edinburgh hospital. He entered a ward full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness. Mr. Blair greeted one.

The patient replied:
''Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin race,
Aboon them a ye take yer place,
Painch, tripe or thairm,
As langs my airm.''

Prime Minister Blair was confused, so he just grinned and moved on to the next patient.

The patient responded:
''Some hae meat an canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat an we can eat,
So let the Lord be thankit.''

Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the PM moved on to the
next patient, who immediately began to chant:

''Wee sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty,
O the panic in thy breasty,
Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
Wi bickering brattle.''

Seriously troubled, Mr. Blair turned to the accompanying doctor and asked
''Is this a psychiatric ward?''

''No,'' replied the doctor, ''this is the serious Burns unit.''