When I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow,
Pretty as could be.
With flowing hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.
And changed my very life.
Now my daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
Although it brought me joy.
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up-daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother.
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.
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!