Parody: Two Little Girls in BlueTWO LITTLE GIRLS IN BLUEAn old man gazed on a document given him by a census taker,His nephew then asked him why he cried all over the paper; Come listen, he said, and I'll tell you a story that's strange but true, My father and I at a picnic one day met a widow and daughter in blue. I married that widow in blue, lad, believe me now what I have said, My father got mad, said he now, my lad, to your daughter I'll get wed. And so my step-daughter in blue, lad, who took my fathers name, Became my mother, I married her mother, now who in the world's to blame. My father is now my (step-son, my father is my son-in-law, For he married my daughter, though he hadn't ought to, she was his grand daughter-in-law. My daughter is my father's wife, lad, my wife is my father's wife's mother, If that is the case, what an awful disgrace, for I married my own grandmother. My father is now my step-son; I'll leave it to you, ain't I right? For I married the mother of the daughter that married my father that same night. My wife is my father's mother-in-law, my father is the son of his son; Now I'm in a fix, for I'm terribly mixed, if I ain't I'm a son of a gun. |