ITM brings you the latest craze in Wordsworth studies: rap induced frolics mid the daffodils, apparently led by those Furries that Karl used to post about. I can think of no better blending of urban aesthetics with the pastoral sublime. Indeed, I am strangely moved to a poetic emission:
I wandered lonely as a nut crazed mammal O'er the sea and o'er the channel I strive to be Worsdworthian cool Furry and vital: believe it, fool! Yo. I said yo. Check it!