that light-weight poetess of the Nawth Woods bespoke thusly ...
> On Spare Parts
>
> Now spare parts are good, & if needed they would
> Come in handy, that much *is a given.
> But the cost & the weight adds much to the freight
> Of a van that is long distance driven.
> But a lass with a plan, to escape in her van, with few tools
> (but duct tape to spare)
> Will survive, mark my words, if the fates are not fools!
> But of that I am sure you're aware.

whereupon, in a flurry of grits and possum fat, the Kudzu King replies
...

Oh, the Fates are no fools,
For they carry THEIR tools,
Leaving mortals to suffer in pain
Without the Right Stuff
Hidden under the fluff,
In the bus, whether sunny or rain.

And if duct tape you choose,
Then the Fates you must schmooze
And be hopeful they like you a lot.
For the Things-that-will-break
Are the things you don't take,
And need tools that you haven't got.

;)