text_original: They got in his eyes and clung to his whiskers. Unc' Billy shook his head in disgust. "Ah don' see anything but mo' snow, and yo' know Ah don' like snow!" he said. "What yo' driving at, Brer Squirrel?"
text_transcription: THEY GOT IN HIS EYES AND CLUNG TO HIS WHISKERS UNCLE BILLY SHOOK HIS HEAD IN DISGUST I DON'T SEE ANYTHING BUT MOLE SNOW AND YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE SNOW HE SAID WHAT YOU DRIVIN AT BRARE SQUIRREL
phonemes: ðeɪ ɡɑːt ɪn hɪz ˈaɪz ænd klˈʌŋ tə hɪz wˈɪskɚz. ˈʌŋk bˈɪli ʃˈʊk hɪz hˈɛd ɪn dɪsɡˈʌst. "ˈɑː dˈɑːn sˈiː ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ bˌʌt mˈoʊ snˈoʊ, ænd jˈoʊ nˈoʊ ˈɑː dˈɑːn lˈaɪk snˈoʊ!" hiː sˈɛd. "wˌʌt jˈoʊ dɹˈaɪvɪŋ æt, bɹə skwˈɜːl?"