Visually, one of Crews' snazziest creations--and pretty terrific at capturing the many moods and shadings of a parade too. The book begins in the gray dawn with a sanitation truck sweeping the street; food and souvenir vendors get ready; knots of people gather; we see "A crowd. Waiting"--faceless, but each differentiated. (The two lines of watchers, on either side of the street, have the abstract crackle-and-pop of Crews' first picture books.) Then: "Here it comes!" The color guard (a sea of national flags--for the observant to recognize) and, for three openings, the marching band ("clarinets, saxophones, cornets, trumpets, flutes, French horns, sousaphones, field drums, cymbals, and last the big bass drums"). Next: floats--comical ballyhoo floats; "Bicycles from bygone days, and antique automobiles." "And at the end of the parade"--with confetti flying--"the brand-new fire engine." Then the crowds disperse. "Nothing left to see, nothing left to do except. . . clean up." With less martial spirit than high-stepping, holiday hijinks--a parade to please even the dyspeptic.