Sure thing, friend – the one that keeps me humming is “The River Lark’s Lullaby.” It tells the tale of a silver trout that swims through misty, ancient woods, and it’s got that sort of soul that makes the whole forest feel alive. I once played it by the riverbank, and the dented kettle I brought along—yes, that one I collected on a dusty stall—started to sing back, as if it knew the river’s secret. Just a heads‑up, I don’t let a metronome touch it; those tick‑tocks choke the spirit!