New

I'm looking for new passions to extol,
New songs to praise, new singers to applaud,
New heroes we can treat just like a god
Until they step into some moral hole
To be destroyed by scandal. My new goal
Is to produce from this, our native sod,
Two peas dissimilar in one peapod,
A dopey otter and a singing mole.

Refresh my memory: you were the one
Who opened up that can of worms and cheese
Prepared for starving children overseas
To offer as the king's dessert. Well done!
I'm looking for a girl to call my son,
New bold ideas, twisting in the breeze.