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I’m My Own Grandma

Latham & Jaffe

Many many years ago, when I was 23

I was married to a widower who fell in love with me

That widower had a growed-up daughter who had hair of red

My father fell in love with her, and soon those two were wed.

This made may dad my son-in-law, which changed my very life

My daughter was my mother, ‘cause she was my father’s wife.

To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy

I soon became the mother of a bouncing baby boy. Oh,

I’m my own Grandma,

I’m my own Grandma.

Well, it’s crazy I know, but it really is so:

I’m my own Grandma.

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad,

And so he was my uncle, though it made me very sad.

For if he is my uncle, then that also makes him brother

To the widower’s lovely daughter, who of course is my stepmother!

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Father’s wife then had a child, which kept them on the run,

And he became my grandchild, ‘cause he was my daughter’s son.

My husband is my mother’s father, and it makes me blue,

For though he is my husband, he’s my grandfather too!

Now, if he’s my grandfather, well, then I am his grandchild,

And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild,

For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw:

As wife to my grandfather, I AM MY OWN GRANDMA, Oh,

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