I bought myself some Premium Bonds
In nineteen seventy two
I didn’t want a big return
A twenty-five would do
But Ernie must have passed me by
No letter in the post
He must know lots of other folk
Who need his cash the most
I don’t say that I’m really poor
Or need a bigger stash
But I would feel far happier
If Ernie sent some cash
I have this picture in my mind
Where I am fading fast
A letter comes as I pass on
To say I’ve won at last
The last thing I’ll remember
Are the faces of my kin
All trying hard to hide their joy
At Ernie’s timely win
