Answer:
Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.