Happy Jack's Beard

Had a beard since nineteen sixty-two Hate to think what's underneath Might even be a family of boat people Maybe an old Christmas wreath Heard that it's even quite possible Animals have been known to survive In the depth of my hairy countenance Where they multiply and thrive Haven't felt much movement lately Though sometimes I feel a twinge Perhaps whatever is living in there May have gone on a drunken binge Bottom line is I'll still have this beard When they lower me into the ground Don't dare shave it off for fear little beasties Will leap out and scurry around