An auld wife's ...heir's no something I'd gie mysel fash owre (to adapt anither line); I care as little about the pedigrees of the hale nest o' them as I do about the bloodlines of their cuddies and dugs, but (as Van noted) it's guid to laugh at aa that, though at ither times I call to mind the image near the end of the "Haggis", about the "Rustic", the peasant -

"Clap in his waly nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whistle---
And legs, and arms, and HEIDS he'll sned,
Like taps o' thrissle"