Answer:
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?