If I could live any place on earth,

You know where it would be,

In the hot, dusty city of Timbuktu,

The capital of Mali.

I might be quite a fool 

Going to where angels fear to tread,

But reading of this lonely place,

Fills me not with dread.

Why do I feel this as a wish,

It’s really hard to say,

I’ll put it down to the quirkiness,

Of Poor Old Henry Gray.