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.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue;
The photographers will snap us,
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure;
I could write a sonnet,
About your Easter Bonnet,
And About the girl, I'm taking to the Easter Parade.