An afternoon nostalgia television show
You spoke in silhouette, but they couldn't name you
Although 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

Nervously 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