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.
Lyrics by Irving Berlin
(Oh and I won the staff competition...judged by the children which was lovely and my prize?
......a chocolate egg of course!)





