In your easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You'll be the grandest lady in the easter parade.
Owl be all in clover and when they look you over,
Owl be the proudest fellow in the easter parade.
On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you'll find that yore in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet,
And of the girl I'm taking to the easter parade.
She loves to show her big bobos and wet pussy to people.
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