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!