'Tis only appropriate that this weekend, which is the anniversary of poet Robert Burns' birthday, I share two passages from his poem, "Address to a Haggis," which the Times calls "the most passionate dialect poem ever composed by a man to a meat product."
"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain 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.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,