Two little goys had two little toys. Each had a wooden cross . . . .

(After Rolf Harris)

. . . . and if he’d used those words instead, everybody *would* have been after Rolf harris!

“Where is Timbuktu?”

Three miles North of Timbukone and about seven miles South of Timbukthree.

Or . . .

“How many miles is it to Timbuktu?”

Thirteen!

“Oooooh. That’s unlucky!”

Alright. Fourteen then.

“See? I said it was unlucky. We’re a mile further away now!!”

(Goons)