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, nineteen sixty nine   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