Mathilde Santing Polkadots And Moonbeams
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