Answer:
It is an insect, and the first part of its name is the name of another insect. What is it?
From that which comes within itself, It builds its table on my shelf.
A king without a crown
It is a cat but not a kitty, You'll never catch on in a city. Its fangs are huge and so its claws, A death machine with paws and jaws. In its own way a royal fellow, Striped with black and clothed in yellow
The fans of the pied piper's smooth sound who are feared by elephants
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.