I am my own Grandpa . . .
By Dwight Latham & Moe
Jaffe
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
grownup daughter
Who had hair of
red
My father fell in love
with her,
And soon they too were
wed.
This made my Dad my
son-in-law
And changed my very
life.
For now my daughter was
my mother,
'Cause she was my
father's wife
To further complicate
the matter,
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 grownup
daughter,
Who, of course, was my
stepmother.
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.
Now if my wife is my
grandmother,
Then I am her
grandchild.
And every time I think
of it,
It nearly drives me
wild.
'Cause now I have
become
The strangest case you
ever saw.
As the husband of my
grandmother,
I am my own
grandpa!