[Intro]

Nobody finds the menu.
Show me where your hand goes first.
Do not guess what we named it.
Show me where the work begins.

[Verse]

Mar-tah runs a warehouse floor;
She sends the same report by four.
Her cursor circles Help and Home,
Then Billing, Search, and Team Admin.

She scans each label twice, then three,
And taps the bird-shaped export key.
The tool sits underneath her name,
A place no working hand would aim.

[Pre-Chorus]

"I know the job I came to do.
I just don't know the route you chose."
I write that sentence down in black.
She moves ahead, then doubles back.

[Chorus]

Nobody finds the menu.
Nobody knows the chosen name.
The map makes sense to those who drew it;
Nobody finds the menu.
If every task begins with guessing,
The menu has already failed.

[Verse]

Dean changes one account at night.
He needs to grant one worker access.
He opens Roles, then User Care;
The setting isn't waiting there.

Eye-sha tries to send a bill.
The primary control stays still.
Three people take the same wrong track;
They blame themselves instead of us.

[Chorus]

Nobody finds the menu.
Nobody knows the product's terms.
The logic wins inside a meeting;
Outside, the map sends hands astray.
When every answer needs a handbook,
The problem is not personal.

[Interlude]

[Bridge]

"Send an invoice" moves up first.
"Change access" sheds its coded name.
Yellow notes crowd one black frame:
Different hands, the same wrong turn.

[Build-up]

We sort by task instead of team.
We cut the labels no one speaks.
The test begins without a guide.
Mar-tah does not break her stride.

[Final Chorus]

Nobody found the menu;
We named the map for us, not them.
Now each route starts with the work,
No handbook propped beside the screen.
They find the task and finish it.
Nobody hunts the menu now.

[Outro]

Mar-tah sends one clean report.
No one points; no one prompts.
The fourth note settles, warm and low.
The old note reads: "Nobody finds the menu."
