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