Song of the Road
Oh, here’s to highways broad and smooth,
Fit for a king to travel;
And here’s to narrow, winding roads
Of sand-clay flecked with gravel.
Oh, here’s to cars with speed to spare,
And here’s to saucy flivvers,
That fly along the fine highways
And dawdle by the rivers.
Oh, here’s to shady spots and cool,
Where waters are inviting;
And here’s to skill with hook and line
When hungry fish are biting.
Oh, here’s to wayside fires that glow
Through shades of night, advancing;
And here’s to good friends gathered round
In fellowship entrancing.
