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 fella

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, I could write a sonnet

about your Easter bonnet

and of the girl I'm taking

to the Easter Parade!







Oh, I could write a sonnet

about your Easter bonnet

and of the girl I'm taking

to the Easter Parade!



Words and Music by Irving Berlin