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 matters worse
Although it brought me joy.
I soon became the father
Of a little 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 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 grandma too.