Now, many, many years ago
When I was twenty
three
I was 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.
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,
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 now my Grandma
too.