Butting heads and jumping mountains,
Fiery ram am I
I have no wings or feathers but on swift hooves I can fly
I sometimes wish I wasn't burning,
but any cooler and I wouldn't be so bright
And my love'd be dying coals instead of an inferno of red light
Oh, I know I can be passionate, I know I sometimes look for fights,
I know that I am stubborn, strange and always must be in the right
But know I'll never hurt you, This fire can be soft and warm
And trust that I won't burn you
Even though this ram has horns