text_original: It ran thus: "We stand on our petty rights here, And our potty dignity there; We make no allowance for others, They make no allowance for us; We catch hold of them by the ear, They grab hold of us by the hair The result is a bit of a muddle That ends in a bit of a fuss." He saw that it neither rhymed nor scanned, and with a grave face he tore it up.
text_transcription: IT RAN THUS WE STAND ON OUR PETTY RIGHTS HERE AND OUR POTTY DIGNITY THERE WE MAKE NO ALLOWANCE FOR OTHERS THEY MAKE NO ALLOWANCE FOR US WE CATCH HOLD OF THEM BY THE EAR THEY GRAB HOLD OF US BY THE HAIR THE RESULT IS A BIT OF A MUDDLE THAT ENDS IN A BIT OF A FUSS HE SAW THAT IT NEITHER RHINED NOR SCANNED AND WITH A GRAVE FACE HE TORE IT UP
phonemes: ɪt ɹˈæn ðˈʌs: "wiː stˈænd ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ pˈɛɾi ɹˈaɪts hˈɪɹ, ænd ˌaʊɚ pˈɑːɾi dˈɪɡnᵻɾi ðˈɛɹ; wiː mˌeɪk nˈoʊ ɐlˈaʊəns fɔːɹ ˈʌðɚz, ðeɪ mˌeɪk nˈoʊ ɐlˈaʊəns fɔːɹ ˌʌs; wiː kˈætʃ hˈoʊld ʌv ðˌɛm baɪ ðɪ ˈɪɹ, ðeɪ ɡɹˈæb hˈoʊld ʌv ˌʌs baɪ ðə hˈɛɹ ðə ɹɪzˈʌlt ɪz ɐ bˈɪt əvə mˈʌdəl ðæt ˈɛndz ɪn ɐ bˈɪt əvə fˈʌs." hiː sˈɔː ðˌɐɾɪt nˈiːðɚ ɹˈaɪmd nˈɔːɹ skˈænd, ænd wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv fˈeɪs hiː tˈɔːɹ ɪɾ ˈʌp.