[Verse 1] The tray was placed with quiet pride, Each golden square laid side by side. No sign of loss, no empty space, Yet something unseen has shifted its place. A simple cut, a subtle line, A change so small it felt benign. The pieces moved, a square appeared, A perfect whole that wasn’t as it seemed. [Chorus] What was done to the flapjack lies hidden from view, No crumb is missing, yet something feels untrue. The tray remains flawless, yet quietly it keeps, A secret that’s buried where sweetness runs deep. [Verse 2] The changes made were hard to see, A clever trick of symmetry. What seemed complete had been undone, By lines that danced beneath the sun. No piece was stolen, no harm was meant, But something shifted with each intent. A flapjack altered, its truth obscured, A perfect image that can’t be assured. [Chorus] What was done to the flapjack lies hidden from view, No crumb is missing, yet something feels untrue. The tray remains flawless, yet quietly it keeps, A secret that’s buried where sweetness runs deep. [Outro] The flapjack rests, its story untold, A mystery wrapped in its folds of gold. Though all appears just as it should, The truth lies somewhere, misunderstood.
