If Lady Luck smiles my bounty is yours

I’d like to win the Lottery. Oh, wouldn’t it be nice To have the magic power to grant All wishes, in a trice.

I wouldn’t keep much for myself But spread it all around To dear ones, and the planet, And horse and hare and hound.

Well, yes, I’d use a little bit To set the house to rights. Sort that bit of rising damp And fix some dodgy lights.

And maybe let the heating run An extra hour or two To stop the nose from glowing red, The tootsies turning blue.

But makeovers are not for me (I couldn’t stand the pace)

I’m happy in my ‘comfies’ And it’s too late for the face!

A shopping spree in Harrods? Well . . . that might be a hoot, But could it hold a candle to A really good car boot?

As I’m no fancy foodie (I like a jacket spud ) All that lovely cash can go And do a bit of good.

I’d like to set the world to rights But here my plan falls flat, Not e’en a triple rollover Could e’er accomplish that.

So I’ll just stop my wishing For that pie up in the sky, My numbers won’t come out to play I guess they’re just too shy.

Instead, I’ll count my blessings Which are bountiful, and there I see, in all that matters I’m a multi-millionaire.