Barack Obama is visiting an Edinburgh hospital. He enters a ward full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness. He 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." Obama is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next patient. The next 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." The President is even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the President moves on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant: "Wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty, O the panic in thy breasty, Thou needna start awasae hastie, Wi bickering brattle." Now seriously troubled, Obama turns to the accompanying doctor and asks, "Is this a psychiatric ward?" "No," replies the doctor, "this is the serious Burns unit."