I wish I could only see Polka-dots-and-moonbeams.

When I was little every night I would cry and cry and beg to just be held tight. My dad would pick me up and dance with me around the living room, and i would cry until I heard the song polka dots and moonbeams, then I would lay my head on his shoulder, without a care in the world. I remember the warmth and content I felt in my soul. I would lay there and listen trying to stay awake so I could just feel that feeling forever. "And so I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams when i kiss the pugged nose dream".