The mythological firebreathing, flying,swimming, sea-monster is back. He's back from the past and he's really pissed off. Why?

Where once he was known as the most formiddible opponent on the earth. One, whose aggressivness and war time strategies helped him conquer the whole planet 4 million years ago, has reinvented his mind and restructured his body out of the depths of the oil from which he once lay. His wings can flap, his beak can chirp. He comes in all shapes and sizes, for one and all to enjoy! We take him to the places we dream, where our past and our present become one.
How can we stop him? Where's the control? A gun? My Sword? Oh Lord! No More!
I stand here today as the voice of the past. The truth of the sage. The script on the page.

"Dragon's flying through the air. They swim and dance and breath hot air.
A traveler's woe speaks of a world unknown. We ask him for help and he creates a foe.
A centaur, a horse, a minataur, a bull; A mermaid, a snake, a monster, I'm FULL!
They're hoardish, they're mean, they're ugly and green.
My mind has the fear that my words can't believe.
My stomach has turned from the outside, in.
If I run, I'm a coward, If I fight, I win!"
The last one is dead. They are finally gone.
There is nothing left, but the bone to chew on.
As I pull from the muscle, the meat is so rare.
So stringy and delicious, I'll think I'll wear her as hair.
Deep into the cavern, a baby is born. A shell of the life of the last living drag-on.
Crack it, split it, lick it good! I'm the last living human to know such a food.
Knowledge is power and the truth it is told, The question to you, I will kindly unfold.
"Do dragon egg's really taste like chicken?"
The Answer is YOURS.
-snoopB