I heard of this little ditty where a young man was trying to catch an eye from a beautiful lady. She wouldn't pay him any attention. He was out in the woods with thoughts of her in his mind. A woodpecker stopped by a nearby tree and pecked a hole in one of the limbs. As the wind blew a whistling sound was heard. He had an idea. He'll carve a wistle maker out of a tree limb like the woodpecker and call it a flute. He learned how to play his flute. The music was intoxicating. He took his flute to his love. In her company he played the song of Bliss. She couldn't believe her ears and soon fell mutually in love.