text_original: Three morning hours you toss and shake The bottle till your fingers ache; Hard is the toil, nor small the art, The butter from the whey to part: Behold a frothy substance rise; Be cautious or your bottle flies.
text_transcription: THREE MORNING HOURS YOU TOSS AND SHAKE THE BOTTLE TILL YOUR FINGERS ACHE HARD IS THE TOIL NOR SMALL THE ART THE BUTTER FROM THE WAY TO PART BEHOLD A FROTHY SUBSTANCE RISE BE CAUTIOUS O'ER YOUR BOTTLE FLIES
phonemes: θɹˈiː mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ˈaʊɚz juː tˈɔs ænd ʃˈeɪk ðə bˈɑːɾəl tˈɪl jʊɹ fˈɪŋɡɚz ˈeɪk; hˈɑːɹd ɪz ðə tˈɔɪl, nˈɔːɹ smˈɔːl ðɪ ˈɑːɹt, ðə bˈʌɾɚ fɹʌmðə wˈeɪ tə pˈɑːɹt: bᵻhˈoʊld ɐ fɹˈɑːθi sˈʌbstəns ɹˈaɪz; biː kˈɔːʃəs ɔːɹ jʊɹ bˈɑːɾəl flˈaɪz.