Oh, well in that case...

Reward of Virtue

Sir Gilbert de Vere was a virtuous knight
He succoured the weak, and he fought for the right
But he cherished a goal that he never could sight:
He wanted a dragon to fight.

He prayed all the night and he prayed all the day
That God would provide him a dragon to slay
And God heard his prayer, and considered a way
To furnish Sir Gilbert his prey.

And so, to comply with Sir Gilbert's demand
(But having no genuine dragons to hand)
God whisked him away to an earlier land
With destrier, and armour, and brand.

And in the Cretaceous, Sir Gilbert de Vere
Discovered a fifty-foot Carnosaur near.
He dug in his spurs, levelled his spear,
And charged without flicker of fear.

The point struck a rib - the lance broke in twain!
The knight clapped a hand to his hilt - but in vain!
The dinosaur swallowed that valourous thane
And gallant Sir Gilbert was slain.

The iron apparel he wore for his ride,
However, was rough on the reptile's inside:
That dinosaur presently lay down and died,
And honour was thus satisfied.

But Gilbert no longer was present to care -
So pester not God with your wishes. Beware!
What happens when Heaven has answered your prayer
Is your - and no other's - affair.

- L. Sprague de Camp