The highway of the pioneers,
The “Midway” of the World’s Fair place,
The choicest of the chosen few,—
By thy rustic beauty wast thou crowned;
But now I hear the beat of toiling feet
That raise thy fabrics round.
O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,
Thou way of wondrous ways,
Great mighty men have passed thee o’er
In old Missouri’s earlier days.