text_original: Some think him cut out from the poisonous yew, Beneath whose ill shade no plant ever grew. Some say he's a birch, a thought very odd; For none but a dunce would come under his rod.
text_transcription: SOME THINK HIM CUT OUT FROM THE POISONOUS YEW BENEATH WHOSE ILL SHADE NO PLANT EVER GREW SOME SAY HE'S A BIRCH A THOUGHT VERY ODD FOR NONE BUT A DUNCE WOULD COME UNDER HIS ROD
phonemes: sˌʌm θˈɪŋk hˌɪm kˈʌt ˈaʊt fɹʌmðə pˈɔɪzənəs jˈuː, bᵻnˌiːθ hˌuːz ˈɪl ʃˈeɪd nˈoʊ plˈænt ˈɛvɚ ɡɹˈuː. sˌʌm sˈeɪ hiːz ɐ bˈɜːtʃ, ɐ θˈɔːt vˈɛɹi ˈɑːd; fɔːɹ nˈʌn bˌʌt ɐ dˈʌns wʊd kˈʌm ˌʌndɚ hɪz ɹˈɑːd.