text_original: The fish with his nine inch head, and his tail as long as his head and half of his back, was a mere nothing to it. Aunt Judy threw open the window. "My dear No. 6," answered she, "yours is the great boundary line question about which nations never do agree, but go squabbling on till some one has to give way first.
text_transcription: THE FISH WITH HIS NINE INCH HEAD AND HIS TAIL AS LONG AS HIS HEAD AND HALF OF HIS BACK WAS A MERE NOTHING TO IT AUNT JUDY THREW OPEN THE WINDOW MY DEAR NUMBER SIX ANSWERED SHE YOURS IS THE GREAT BOUNDARY LINE QUESTION ABOUT WHICH NATIONS NEVER DO AGREE BUT GO SQUABBLING ON TILL SOME ONE HAS TO GIVE WAY FIRST
phonemes: ðə fˈɪʃ wɪð hɪz nˈaɪn ˈɪntʃ hˈɛd, ænd hɪz tˈeɪl æz lˈɔŋ æz hɪz hˈɛd ænd hˈæf ʌv hɪz bˈæk, wʌzɐ mˈɪɹ nˈʌθɪŋ tʊ ɪt. ˈænt dʒˈuːdi θɹˈuː ˈoʊpən ðə wˈɪndoʊ. "maɪ dˈɪɹ nˈoʊ. sˈɪks," ˈænsɚd ʃiː, "jˈɔːɹz ɪz ðə ɡɹˈeɪt bˈaʊndɚɹi lˈaɪn kwˈɛstʃən ɐbˌaʊt wˌɪtʃ nˈeɪʃənz nˈɛvɚ dˈuː ɐɡɹˈiː, bˌʌt ɡˌoʊ skwˈɑːblɪŋ ˌɔn tˈɪl sˈʌmwʌn hɐz tə ɡˈɪv wˈeɪ fˈɜːst.