I turned on Knightmare on a Monday

I saw the starting team laid low

And then DISMISS, walk-off and pals who fade

There was no turning back

36 years ago

Maeve held a block of soap for Lillith

And not a comb for an afro

Mark turned old Mogdred down

Continued underground

He was the first to win the show

I've seen a child go down a wellway

In Alistair's case, with a scream

Then in the Corridor of Blades he's first to fall

Next one was Series 5, the 42nd team

Ben burned the Shield out of an ice block

Like a stage-managed little chore

Then ice was everywhere

Including Lord Fear's lair

Where frightknights turning were a bore

I've seen a child drop off a causeway

I saw the tiles detach and fall

Sophia wasn't prone to flattery

Elita went on strike

Disliked the human's gall

They sent a Barry out from Dunshelm

And he went yakking loud and free

Met wizards, queens and fae

His shield stopped being grey

Found a troll hammer on his spree

Not every child was bright on Knightmare

That was so many years ago

Before CITV's Old Skool Weekend

With Spatz and Super Gran and Mike & Angelo

There are still many who remember

In Knightmare Chat, at Knightmare Live

They tell the world about

The world Tim Child set out

And keep the memory alive