Airmed Puns

…he was visiting patients in a brand new hospital. He'd been shown into a ward and began chatting to a patient who replied:

"Fair fa your honest soncie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin race, Aboon them a' you take your place, Painch, tripe or thairm, As lang's my airm"

Confused, Cameron grinned and moved to the next patient and said hello. The patient replied:

"Some hae meat and canna eat, And some was eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, So let the Lord be thankit"

Even more confused, he moved to the next patient and before he could say hello the patient chanted:

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle!"

Seriously concerned about his safety Cameron hastened away and then turned to the ward sister and asked; "What kind of facility is this? A mental ward?"

She replied "No Prime Minister, it’s the Burns unit."