Then up came this lady
Looked at my price tag
Then said to her companion
This would make a Bookbag

And look at this room
And see here how wide
The straps will be sturdy
Hold the weight put inside.

What's a bookbag? say I
the purse at my right
What this lady says
Gives me a fright

The purse on my left
Said with disdain
This woman's a nut
Taken leave of her brain.

Folks, what I have been thru
From that day 'til now
Can't start to explain
I wouldn't know how.

The very first thing she did
That very same night
Was stuff me with things
'Til I was stuffed tight.

Books, Handbills, and Bibles,
One just can't believe
What she poked inside me
'Til I couldn't breathe.

Now, here comes the clincher
Don't think that I lie
In went some magazines
I thought I would die.

Each A.M. is the same
But I must confess
As the day wears on
The load gets much less.

We are all jammed together,
(Other bookbags and me),
The group motoring along
to the territory.

My strap once was chewed
As I sat on the floor
When some sister got in
And closed the car door.

I seen it was coming
As she started to pull
Not an inch could I move
I had been stuffed to the full.

She knocks on the door,
Tells them "Jehovah" about
Reaches into my mouth,
and pulls something out.

And when they do take it
I could do a tail spin,
It's then that I know
She will not cram it back in.

The times I can't count
Her Bible I saw
First in, then back out.
My rib cage is raw.

And there's something else
she uses me for
And as a result
My sides are quite sore.

When there's a dog,
That acts like it's mean
Down goes her arm
Putting me in between.

She takes me on studies
Oh, I've learned a lot,
How the righteous will live
But the wicked will not.

When we go in a house
There I sit on the floor
While she tells the person
What lies in store.

while they are talking
Some kids head my way,
They are so busy
No mind do they pay.

Since she is not looking
He opens my flap
While he is rummaging around
I'd like to give him a slap.

I remember the time
As in one house we sat
This dog came over...
Well, we won't go into that

She stops for a break
To get out of the heat
Leaving me there waiting,
Out on the car seat.

Boy, I'd like to tell her,
But what good would that do
Can't she see that I'm sitting
out here, melting too?

Well I could go on,
About what I have seen
Ranging from those receptive
To those who are mean

There's one thing I ponder
The resurrection to be,
Do you think there's a chance
For a book bag like me?

They say it's for people
Who are sleeping in Hell
Those who have been faithful
And have served God well.

Well, I have served long
But I'm on my last stitch
Will I be resurrected
Or thrown out in the ditch?

I guess I'll just wait,
See what there shall be,
But you ain't seen nothing
'Til you're a Bookbag like me!