...I could be handy, mending a fuse.
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
Sunday morning go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
who could ask for more?
Will you still need me will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear.
We shall scrimp and save!
...Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
Yours sincerely, wasting away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine forevermore!
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?