There was a shepherd and a rabbi, they made a contest: who can write a nicer poem with the word Timbooktoo.

The contest was over and the rabbi started to read first:

I was a rabbi all my life, had no children, had no wife.

I was reading the Bible through and through on my way to Timbooktoo.

Then comes the shepherd:

When Tim and I to Brisbane went,

We have found some girls in a tent,

As they were three and we were two,

I took one and Tim booked two.