The bloody bush

Beside my bed is a strange man,
He stands at three feet tall,
And though he’s very little
His hair is not so small

It’s big and thick and bushy
And it’s all that I can see
Above the bright red robes he wears
From chin down to his knee

The mighty beard stands fluffy wide
All fanning round his head
It looks soft and so inviting
From my uncomfortable bed

But oh, alas, and woe is me!
As I lean in to touch
His face all furry opened wide
And gobbled me straight up!