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 fathers 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 my dad,
and so became my uncle, that thought it made me 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,
fathers wife then had a son who kept them on the run
and he was 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 is 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.