Answer:
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?