A carpenter, I call myself, An artist dressed in plume. The trees call me to aid their health; The insects call me doom.

I start out tiny, but soon, I'm a dad, My teeth appear out of the palm of your hand. Careful or you'll find me stuck in your head, Many a young parent might wish me dead.

Behind me trail the darkened lines. I keep beasts of troughs within my confines. Great men wield me in place of a sword, Yet pigs turn me to a filthy horde.

A fallen, famous king from a kingdom closed in walls, I met a tragic end, a small child caused my fall. My loss mourned far and wide, beyond my kingdom there were tears, I inspired countless memes, in terms of fame I have few peers.

I have four letters, removing my first and you can paddle across the lake, remove my second and you’ll be served a drink, remove my last and I might strangle. What am I?