My sister sent me this the other day, It brought a smile to my face and I thought how true. I started out calmly, tracing my tree, To find if I could find the makings of me. And all that I had was Great-grandfather's name, Now knowing his wife or from where he came. I checked him in Europe and then to the States, And came up with pages and pages of dates. When all put together, it made me forlorn, I think I proved Great-grandpa had never been born. One day I was sure the truth I had found, My brain was just going around and around, I looked up the record of that Son-of-a-gun, Then I found the old man was not the right one. Then when my hopes were fast growing dim, I came across records that must have been him. The facts I collected made me quite sad, Dear old Great grandpa was never a Dad. I think that someone's been pulling my leg, I am not at all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg. After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree, I can't help but wonder,"Am I really me!". Author Unknown