Would you care to hear the strangest story? At least it may be strange to you If you started a moving picture You would say, "It couldn't be true" 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 pug-nosed 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 pug-nosed dream There were questions in the eyes of other 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'll always see polka dots and moonbeams When I kiss the pug-nosed dream There were questions in the eyes of other 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'll always see polka dots and moonbeams When I kiss the pug-nosed dream