> Prince Charles is visiting an Edinburgh hospital. He enters a ward
> full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greets
> one.
>
> The patient replies:
>
> "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."
>
> Charles is confused, so he just smiles and moves on to the next
> patient. The patient responds:
>
> "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 smile now rictus, the Prince moves on to
> the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
>
> "Wee sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty,
> O the panic in thy breasty,
> Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
> Wi bickering brattle."
>
> Now seriously troubled, Charles turns to the accompanying doctor and
> asks "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
>
> "No," replies the doctor, "this is the serious Burns unit."
>
> full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greets
> one.
>
> The patient replies:
>
> "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."
>
> Charles is confused, so he just smiles and moves on to the next
> patient. The patient responds:
>
> "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 smile now rictus, the Prince moves on to
> the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
>
> "Wee sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty,
> O the panic in thy breasty,
> Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
> Wi bickering brattle."
>
> Now seriously troubled, Charles turns to the accompanying doctor and
> asks "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
>
> "No," replies the doctor, "this is the serious Burns unit."
>
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