There was a country dance being held in a garden 
I felt a bump and heard an ‘oh beg your pardon' 
and suddenly I saw polkadots and moonbeams 
circling round 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 polkadots and moonbeams 
sparkled on the pug-nosed dream 

There were questions in the eyes of other dancers 
as we moved across 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've learned the meaning of the words ever after 
Now I'll always see polkadots and moonbeams 
when I kiss the pug-nosed dream