One ant is pretty nice and cute (Carolino)

[Verse 1] Here we board, 5 thousand cows, hooves on deck, with solemn vows. A swimming plastic skyscraper with slides and bars It floats, no matter where, main thing far [Verse 2] Sheep in droves, baa-ing along, Following the herd, a mainstream song. All packed tight, a motto Shirt jam, No need for grass, just pass the ham. [Pre-Chorus] With mast chicks tweeting, pecking at seed, A giant swimming coop, it's all they need. Pig pens with a view, cheap perfume smell, Sailing the seas, a barnyard swell. [Chorus] Herds on board, an awkward sight, Clucking, mooing through the night. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner on command, Just prefab buffet lines, on sea, not land. [Verse 3] One ant is pretty nice and cute, 5000 ants, its time to shoot. Mass tourism is way to cheap, Charge way more and quiet keep [Verse 4] Every corner, a new stable stall, Pigs in blankets, having a ball. Mast chickens decked in tiny vests, A poultry pageant, among the rest. [Pre-Chorus] Cattle class, but not as you know, A floating farm, a livestock show. Every creature, from farm to deck, A nautical journey, what the heck. [Instrumental] [Pre-Chorus] Cattle class, but not as you know, A floating farm, a livestock show. Every creature, from farm to deck, A nautical journey, what the heck. [Instrumental] [Chorus] Herds on board, no grassy field, Concrete under hoof, no yield. Packed like sardines, in pens so tight, But oh, the buffet’s a farmer’s delight. [Outro] So here's to the herds, on their cruise so grand, A tale of tails, on sea, not land. From coop to cabin, from sty to stern, A floating farm, from which we learn: Life’s not just grazing on the field, Sometimes it’s about the buffet yield. [Instrumental] [Chorus] Herds on board, no grassy field, Concrete under hoof, no yield. Packed like sardines, in pens so tight, But oh, the buffet’s a farmer’s delight. [Outro] So here's to the herds, on their cruise so grand, A tale of tails, on sea, not land. From coop to cabin, from sty to stern, A floating farm, from which we learn: Life’s not just grazing on the field, Sometimes it’s about the buffet yield. [Instrumental]