text_original: "And I wish I was a great man, with lots of gardeners to take them up, instead of me," maintained No. 5, who was in a mood of lazy tiresomeness, and kept rocking to and fro on the garden chair, with his hands tucked under his thighs. "A weed—a weed," continued he; "what is a weed, I wonder? Aunt Judy, what is a weed?"
text_transcription: AND I WISH I WAS A GREAT MAN WITH LOTS OF GARDENERS TO TAKE THEM UP INSTEAD OF ME MAINTAINED NUMBER FIVE WHO WAS IN A MOOD OF LAZY TIRESOMENESS AND KEPT WALKING TO AND FRO IN THE GARDEN CHAIR WITH HIS HANDS TUCKED UNDER HIS THIGHS A WEED A WEED CONTINUED HE WHAT IS A WEED I WONDER AUNT JUDY WHAT IS A WEED
phonemes: "ænd aɪ wˈɪʃ aɪ wʌzɐ ɡɹˈeɪt mˈæn, wɪð lˈɑːts ʌv ɡˈɑːɹdənɚz tə tˈeɪk ðˌɛm ˈʌp, ɪnstˈɛd ʌv mˌiː," meɪntˈeɪnd nˈoʊ. fˈaɪv, hˌuː wʌz ɪn ɐ mˈuːd ʌv lˈeɪzi tˈaɪɚsʌmnəs, ænd kˈɛpt ɹˈɑːkɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ ɔnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən tʃˈɛɹ, wɪð hɪz hˈændz tˈʌkt ˌʌndɚ hɪz θˈaɪz. "ɐ wˈiːd—ɐ wˈiːd," kəntˈɪnjuːd hiː; "wˌʌt ɪz ɐ wˈiːd, aɪ wˈʌndɚ? ˈænt dʒˈuːdi, wˌʌt ɪz ɐ wˈiːd?"