Many,
many years ago
When
I was twenty three,
I
got married to a widow,
Pretty
as could be.
This
widow had a grown-up daughter
With
flowing hair of red.
My
father fell in love with her,
And
soon the two were wed.
This
made my dad my son-in-law
And
changed my very life.
Now
my daughter was my mother,
For
she was my father's wife.
To
complicate the matters worse,
Although
it brought me joy.
I
soon became the father
Of
a bouncing baby boy.
My
little baby then became
A
brother-in-law to dad.
And
so became my uncle,
Though
it made me very sad.
For
if he was my uncle,
Then
that also made him brother
To
the widow's grown-up-daughter
Who,
of course, was my step-mother.
Father's
wife then had a son,
Who
kept them on the run.
And
he became my grandson,
For
he was my daughter's son,
My
wife is now my mother's mother
And
it makes me blue.
Because,
although she is my wife,
She's
my grandma too.
If
my wife is my grandmother,
Then
I am her grandchild.
And
every time I think of it,
It
simply drives me wild.
For
now I have become
The
strangest case you ever saw.
As
the husband of my grandmother,
I
am my own grandpa!