Climb the steep stairs to Bedfordshire And leave the world behind, The wooden hill to Bedfordshire Where all are deaf and blind; They speak the truth in Bedfordshire, Of bliss and ruth in Bedfordshire, Where mind speaks out to mind And no-one is unkind.   The windy ways of Bedfordshire Wind to the forest hut, Where sleeps the sleep of Bedfordshire With doors and windows shut, And though you lie in Bedfordshire, Yet you can fly from Bedfordshire To Caer or Calicut Without an if or but.   Down leaf-strewn paths of Bedfordshire You seek a place apart, To…