Easter Parade
Irving Berlin
In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it
You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade
I'll be all in clover and when they look you over
I'll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade
To the park we'll go, 'round Rotten Row
The photographers will snap us
And then we'll be seen in the smart magazine
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet
And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade