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 very possible For animals to flourish and survive In the depth of my hairy countenance Where they multiply and thrive But I haven't felt any movement lately Though sometimes I feel 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 for fear little beasties Will leap out and scurry around