A country dance was being held in a garden
I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon!"
Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams
All around a pugnosed dream
The music started and was I the perplexed one
I held my breath and said, "May I have the next one?"
In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams
Sparkled on a pugnosed dream
There were questions in the eyes of all the dancers
As we floated over the floor
There were questions, but my heart knew all the answers
And perhaps a few things more
Now in a cottage built of lilacs and laughter
I know the meaning of the words "Ever after"
And I always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss the pugnosed dream
