Polka Dots and Moonbeams

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!