>Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
>I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.
>
>This widow had a grown-up daughter
>Who had 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.
>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 grandmother 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!
>