Plinky-plonky xylophone (or, rather, marimba) versions of Beatles tunes. When Heather ate 2 bowls of jelly instead of dinner it didn't force her to sleep, but it did keep her calm and, crucially, quiet while I paced the kitchen with her in my arms in the middle of the night. Musically a little suspect, but not offensive.
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