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Shel Silverstein - I`m My Own GrandpaShel Silverstein - I`m My Own Grandpa
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It was many many years ago when I was twenty-three, I was married to a widow, she`s as pretty as can be. This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red, my father fell in lover with her, and soon these two were wed. I`m my own grandpa, I`m my own grandpa. It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh I`m my own grandpa. This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life: My daughter was my mother `cause she was my father`s wife. And then to complicate the matter, though it brought me joy, I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy. This bouncing 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 he also was the brother of the widow`s grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my step-mother. I`m my own grandpa, I`m my own grandpa. It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh I`m my own grandpa. Father`s wife then had a son who kept them on the run. And he became my grandchild, 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. For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw. Husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa. I`m my own grandpa, I`m my own grandpa. It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh I`m my own grandpa.
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