So tell me a story about Jackanory and write your name in the sand,
The TV show, it had to go, it slowly waved its hand.
So goodbye, Teddy, let’s get ready, to wind up our last hour,
CGI waits in the dark, and creeps into our bower.
Strings and things slink to the wings, it’s very nearly night,
And kiddies wonder what we saw in jerky black and white.
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