The Elusive Ancestor 
I went searching for an ancestor.
I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place
And did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned.
He mended all his fences
He avoided any man who came
To take the U.S. census.
He always kept his luggage packed,
this man who had no fame.
And every 20 years or so,
This rascal changed his name.
His parents came from Europe.
They could be on some list
Of passengers to the USA,
But somehow they got missed.
And no one else anywhere
Is searching for this man.
So I play geneasolitaire
To find him if I can.
I'm told he's buried in a plot,
With tombstone he was blessed
But the weather took engraving
And some vandal took the rest.
He died before the county clerks
Decided to keep records.
No bible has emerged
In spite of all my efforts.
To top it off this ancestor,
Who caused me many groans.
Just to give me one more pain,
Betrothed a girl named JONES.