Delicious Ambiguity.

Ah, there's left turn at the crossroad,
shines like a beacon of bacon;
climbs across another bridge,
and finds itself on a platform;
Behold, ahoy! There is another path!
The left turn meets the right turn,
peeks into the bend;
Tapping and loitering along,
leaves are left to enable the right;
Hooves and patterns  following,
while the chugging of the rails continue;
Chip, chip, cackle, cackle!
The impossible moon is here;
scorch, scorch, burn, burn!
The unnecessary sun is there;
The turn went to the right,
the path went to the left,
all the while the scorch and cackle,
dragged itself in the confusion;
They took a turn and found the path,
all the while, chipping and burning!