The Queen had come to open a new surgical clinic at the local hospital. The ceremony finishing slightly early, she decided to visit some patients in other parts of the hospital.
She walked into the next ward and went up to the first bed. "Why are you in hospital?" she asked. The man looked at her and said, "My luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June."
Somewhat taken aback, she moved on to the next bed. "And why are you here?" she asked. "Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast, on yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee," came the reply.
Really confused now, the Queen tried once more. She moved on to the next bed. "Why are you in hospital?" she asked. "Wee, sleeket, cowran tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie!" was the answer.
The Queen turned to the hospital manager. "Is this the psychiatric ward?"she asked.
"No, it's the Burns Unit."
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