My handbag is a rucksack
It\'s made for wear and tear
It carries all the books back
When going without I cannot bear
I don\'t even always read them
My days on the road are full
I nevertheless seem to need them
Like a ship needs a treasure in its hull
They lend a sense of security
And a feeling of home from home
My rucksack carries them easily
Including some heavier tomes
My handbag is a rucksack
Of reliable German make
It gives me a touch of lumberjack
But it\'s certainly not a mistake
Just try to beat it\'s aptitude
For most of the situations in life
In Zürichs 47.3.. degrees latitude
It has proved an investment most worthy and wise