To a haggis (with apologies)

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftan 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.



Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
(Robert Burns, 1759-1796)



But over here, I'm sad to say
That, thanks to the USDA
Who "No beef offal!" blindly bray,
We shameful stand;
That we must celebrate the day
With haggis--canned.
LimeyG (dates unknown)