text_original: It bore a distant likeness to the figure of a man, But picture such a nondescript I know I never can. It had a gray old head upon the shoulders of a child; One eye was small and wicked, and the other large and wild. Its hands, its feet, its teeth, its ears, I solemnly declare, You couldn't pick out two of them that matched to make a pair!
text_transcription: IT BORE A DISTANT LIKENESS TO THE FIGURE OF A MAN BUT PICTURE SUCH A NONDESCRIPT I KNOW I NEVER CAN IT HAD A GREY OLD HEAD UPON THE SHOULDERS OF A CHILD ONE EYE WAS SMALL AND WICKED AND THE OTHER LARGE AND WILD ITS HANDS ITS FEET ITS TEETH ITS EARS I SOLEMNLY DECLARE YOU COULDN'T PICK OUT TWO OF THEM THAT MATCHED TO MAKE A PAIR
phonemes: ɪt bˈɔːɹ ɐ dˈɪstənt lˈaɪknəs tə ðə fˈɪɡjɚɹ əvə mˈæn, bˌʌt pˈɪktʃɚ sˈʌtʃ ɐ nˌɑːndᵻskɹˈɪpt aɪ nˈoʊ aɪ nˈɛvɚ kˈæn. ɪt hæd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪ ˈoʊld hˈɛd əpˌɑːn ðə ʃˈoʊldɚz əvə tʃˈaɪld; wˈʌn ˈaɪ wʌz smˈɔːl ænd wˈɪkᵻd, ænd ðɪ ˈʌðɚ lˈɑːɹdʒ ænd wˈaɪld. ɪts hˈændz, ɪts fˈiːt, ɪts tˈiːθ, ɪts ˈɪɹz, aɪ sˈɑːləmli dᵻklˈɛɹ, juː kˌʊdənt pˈɪk ˈaʊt tˈuː ʌv ðˌɛm ðæt mˈætʃt tə mˌeɪk ɐ pˈɛɹ!