An afternoon nostalgia Television show You spoke in silhouette (but they couldn't name you) Though the panel were Very polite to you Oh, but I remembered you Friday nights, 1969 ATV - you murdered every line Too old to be a child star Too young to take leads Four seasons passed And they AXED you Nervous juvenile (WON'T SMILE!) What became of you ? Did that swift eclipse Torture you ? A star at eighteen And then - suddenly gone Down to a few lines In the back page Of a faded annual Oh, but I remembered you I remembered you