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There was a man named Oedipus Rex You might have heard of his odd complex His name appears in Freud's index . . . Because he loved his mother
Oh yes, he loved his mother
And not quite like any other
His daughter was his sister
. . . and his uncle was his brother
When he found what he had done
He tore his eyes out, one by one
A tragic end for a royal son
. . . Who loved his mother.
A kid told me that song while I was in high school (about twelve years ago). If anyone can tell me who the real author was, I'd be mildly grateful.
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