a joke for our caledonian readers

barack obama on his recent visit to the uk decided to get some tasty publicity.
he visits a hospital and enters a ward of patients. none of them look sick, ill or injured.

he says hello to one, who 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.

obama is perplexed, so he smiles and moves on to the next patient, who 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 puzzled, the yes-he-can man moves on to
the next patient, who starts reciting:

wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty,
o the panic in thy breasty,
thou needna start awa sae hastie,
wi bickering brattle

obama hasn't got a clue what's going on. he turns to the accompanying doctor and asks, 'is this a psychiatric ward?'

'nope,' says the quack, 'this is the serious burns unit.'