The Prime Minister was asked to open the new wing of a large hospital.
He duly cut the ribbon, unveiled the plaque and went in to meet the staff and patients.
A man in pyjamas and a dressing gown approached him, shook his hand and said
"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The PM was a bit taken aback, but kept smiling and approached one of the beds. He was just about to ask the occupant what he was in for when the man jumped up and exclaimed
"Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o' care, man?
Well, the PM was even more confused, and his smile began to look even more fixed then usual. He decided it might be better to cut short the visit, and was making his way to the door when he found his path blocked by another patient, who looked him in the eye and said
"Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
Wi' murd'ring pattle
The PM was now quite worried, so he turned to the Matron and said "Is this a new psychiatric wing?"
"On no" said the Matron "This is the serious burns unit"
(I'll get me coat..................)