text_original: "Do you know," said the turkey, "you're quacking! There's a fox creeping up thro' the rye; And, if you're not utterly lacking, You'll make for that duck pond. Good bye!" But the duckling was perky as perky. "Take care of your stuffing!" he called.
text_transcription: DO YOU KNOW SAID THE TURKEY YOU'RE QUACKING THERE'S A FOX CREEPING UP THROUGH THE RYE AND IF YOU'RE NOT UTTERLY LACKING YOU'LL MAKE FOR THAT DUCK POND GOOD BYE BUT THE DUCKLING WAS PERKY AS PERKY TAKE CARE OF YOUR STUFFING HE CALLED
phonemes: "dˈuː juː nˈoʊ," sˈɛd ðə tˈɜːki, "jʊɹ kwˈækɪŋ! ðɛɹz ɐ fˈɑːks kɹˈiːpɪŋ ˌʌp θɹˈoʊ ðə ɹˈaɪ; ænd, ɪf jʊɹ nˌɑːt ˈʌɾɚli lˈækɪŋ, juːl mˌeɪk fɔːɹ ðæt dˈʌk pˈɑːnd. ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ!" bˌʌt ðə dˈʌklɪŋ wʌz pˈɜːki æz pˈɜːki. "tˈeɪk kˈɛɹ ʌv jʊɹ stˈʌfɪŋ!" hiː kˈɔːld.