Answer:
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
Bumpy form of transportation in desert cultures.
They are producers of pies and burgers and are great for tipping.
I'm a bird that can repeat the words you say. What am I?
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.