Good luck to you and your honest, plump face,
Great chieftain of the sausage race!
Above them all you take your place,
Stomach, tripe, or intestines:
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm.
I once spent a week in Troon, Scottish breakfast every morning, including haggis. Met up with Mrs C for the weekend in the capital. Guess what she wanted for breakfast? "Of course, darling, my favourite!"