Fire in the head...I'm a flame in motionnFire in the head...I'm a sword that's sharpnFire in the head...I'm a drop in the oceannA shield in battle and a string in a harp.nFire in the head...I'm an eagle soaringnFire in the head...I'm a spoken wordnFire in the head...I'm a torrent pouringnA grain of wheat and a cauldron stirred.nFire in the head!nnWee Jack's rhymes are sly and hintingnWrapped in bull skin banging a drumnWee Jack's looking, one-eyed squintingnHoppin' on one leg, sucking his thumbnThe black sow's chasin' me round the oak treenHumming a tune that I must learnnThe black sow's call to feast awoke menBut oh her cauldron spits and burnsnn(chorus)nnMad May shakes her bells to ringingnRides through the door and disappearsnMad May's laughing, asking, singingnDoes anyone have ears that hear?nThe raven sat in a creek and ponderednWhy the alder tree is strongnThe raven's head flew off wnd wanderednSinging stories and telling songsn