If I could live any place in the world,

You know where it would be,

In the hot, dusty city of Timbuktoo,

A city in Mali.

It’s quite a fool I might be 

Going  where angels fear to tread,

But reading of this lonely place,

Does not fill me with dread.

Why do I feel this as a wish,

It’s really hard to say,

I put it down to the quirkiness

Of Poor Old Henry Gray.