In my Easter bonnet with all the frills upon it,
I’ll be the grandest lady fellow in the Easter Parade.
You’ll be all in clover, and when they look me over
You’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade.
On the Avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us
And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure.
Oh, you may write a sonnet about my Easter bonnet
And of the girl guy you’re taking to the Easter Parade.
image: photographer, sitters unknown
text: excerpt, Easter Parade, Irving Berlin, 1933