World of Name Irony

In this world of endless fame,
Where every creature has a name,
From the tiniest ant to the largest crane,
Each name represents its unique domain!
Some quite confusing to attest.
For some names you see, are not like the rest.
As quicksand being not so quick,
For sinking is sluggish, unlike the name depicts.
In a world of flavors, quite absurd,
A hamburger's name, it's often heard.
No ham inside, just beef's the word,
Between the buns, a treat reserved!
In the meadow's soft, serene twilight,
A firefly's glow, a tiny light.
What it's called may not be quite right,
It is but a beetle that's shining so bright.
In the meadows where they quietly crawl,
There lives the velvet ant, though not an ant at all.
With a coat of velvet, a guise so sly, the truth, it seems unrecognized.
In this world where language weaves its game,
A parkway we drive on, though 'driving' isn't its name.
And a driveway we park on, isn't that riddled insane?
Jumbo shrimp, a name that contradicts,
The name, so opposite, and needing a fix.
For how can big and little be in one and coexist?
As well as the tiny giant, a very peculiar mix.
I ponder these names, so ironic and true.
 A symphony of words, a poetic debut.
 In this tapestry of life, where names are misconstrued.
As its name is irrelevant, in which it concludes.