Fork, Spoon, and Flagon

A dragon! A dragon!
Is drinking from my flagon!
He snitched it fast
as I rode on past,
traveling in my wagon.

My fork! My fork!
Was stolen by a stork!
He nabbed it with his beak,
that conniving little sneak.
Now how shall I ever eat pork?

My spoon! My spoon!
Was taken by a goon!
With long grabby fingers
he took it, by jingers!
Then flew away back to the moon.

Oh how shall I eat?
And how shall I drink?
They stole my cup, fork, and spoon.
Oh! Never mind.
They were here the whole time!
I guess I should never assume.