I have too many enemies
Magical tricks cause jealousy
I belong from the past decade
My nature rejects any aid
Perfection defines my good soul
The shape of my head is a bowl
Fire escapes my angry nostrils
It is hard to find my fossil
When I outrage, I eat good food
Great taste buds are under my hood
My wings are very strong and fast
Beating the speed of light at last
My fighting skills are too intense
Courage counts when jumping the fence
There are many more of my type
As they also make me quite hype
No weapon can make me extinct
I have talent that is distinct
I am the king of the mountain
Along with the hot fire fountain
I contain the greatest creature
Of all time with awesome feature
Losing is not in my language
I always have the advantage
I consist of the smartest brain
My foot walks faster than a train
Green and blue colors my body
And my hands outsize a toddy
The sharp claws help defend myself
My achievements fill a bookshelf
There are many more of my type
And they drink from a water pipe
