A lyrics contest was held in Atlanta and the last two contestants were A PH. D. from Harvard and a good old boy from south Georgia.
The MC told both that the final word they had to come up with lyrics to was Timbuktu. The first contestant was the Harvard PH. D. After they took the good old boy out of the room Mr. Harvard started thinking and less than 20 seconds later he came up with:
Across the desert sands goes a silent caravan
camels lined up two by two
destination Timbuktu
That was nice and the audience applauded but then they brought back the good old boy from S. Goergia and asked him to come up with lyrics for the same word; Timbuktu.
20 seconds later he said;
Tim and I are camping wet,
where we ran into three maidens in a tent,
there where three of them and us but two, so bucked one and Tim bucked two
HR
Good one HR. :)
....Makes me wish my name was Tim!! ;D
Ray