text_original: "Riches," the wisest monarch sings, "Make pinions for themselves to fly;"[2] They fly like bats on parchment wings, And geese their silver plumes supply. No money left for squandering heirs! Bills turn the lenders into debtors: The wish of Nero[3] now is theirs, "That they had never known their letters."
text_transcription: RICHES THE WISEST MONARCH SINGS MAKE PINIONS FOR THEMSELVES TO FLY THEY FLY LIKE BATS ON PARCHMENT WINGS AND GEESE THEIR SILVER PLUMES SUPPLY NO MONEY LEFT FOR SQUANDERING AIRS BILLS TURN THE LENDERS INTO DEBTORS THE WISH OF NERO NOW IS THEIRS THAT THEY HAD NEVER KNOWN THEIR LETTERS
phonemes: "ɹˈɪtʃᵻz," ðə wˈaɪsɪst mˈɑːnɚk sˈɪŋz, "mˌeɪk pˈɪniənz fɔːɹ ðɛmsˈɛlvz tə flˈaɪ;"[tˈuː] ðeɪ flˈaɪ lˈaɪk bˈæts ˌɔn pˈɑːɹtʃmənt wˈɪŋz, ænd ɡˈiːs ðɛɹ sˈɪlvɚ plˈuːmz səplˈaɪ. nˈoʊ mˈʌni lˈɛft fɔːɹ skwˈɑːndɚɹɪŋ ˈɛɹz! bˈɪlz tˈɜːn ðə lˈɛndɚz ˌɪntʊ dˈɛɾɚz: ðə wˈɪʃ ʌv nˈiəɹoʊ[θɹˈiː] nˈaʊ ɪz ðˈɛɹz, "ðæt ðeɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn ðɛɹ lˈɛɾɚz."