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 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, then that also made him brother

To the widow's grown up 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 not 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