I chased him across a long line of states,
And came up with pages and pages of dates.
When all put together, it made me forlorn;
I'd proved that poor grandpa had never been born.
One day, I was sure the truth I had found,
Determined to turn this whole thing upside down.
I looked up the record of one Uncle John,
But then found the old man was as young as his son.
Then, when my hopes were fast growing dim,
I came across records that must have been him.
But the facts I collected made me quite sad,
Dear old great grandpa was never a dad.
I think maybe someone is pulling my leg,
I'm not all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg,
After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree,
I cannot help but wonder if I'm really me.
Submitted by Bessie Gumm.