text_original: The chiefs of the mammoths our mastery spurned, And eastward restlessly fumed and burned. The peacocks squalled out the news of their drilling And told how they trampled, maneuvered, and turned. Ten thousand man hating tigers Whirling down from the north, like a flood!
text_transcription: THE CHIEFS OF THE MAMMOTHS OUR MASTERY SPURNED AND EASTWARD RECKLESSLY FUMED AND BURNED THE PEACOCKS SQUALLED OUT THE NEWS OF THEIR DRILLING AND TOLD HOW THEY TRAMPLED MANEUVERED AND TURNED TEN THOUSAND MAN HATING TIGERS WHIRLING DOWN FROM THE NORTH LIKE A FLOOD
phonemes: ðə tʃˈiːfs ʌvðə mˈæməθs ˌaʊɚ mˈæstɚɹi spˈɜːnd, ænd ˈiːstwɚd ɹˈɛstləsli fjˈuːmd ænd bˈɜːnd. ðə pˈiːkɑːks skwˈɑːld ˈaʊt ðə nˈuːz ʌv ðɛɹ dɹˈɪlɪŋ ænd tˈoʊld hˌaʊ ðeɪ tɹˈæmpəld, mənˈuːvɚd, ænd tˈɜːnd. tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd mˈæn hˈeɪɾɪŋ tˈaɪɡɚz wˈɜːlɪŋ dˌaʊn fɹʌmðə nˈɔːɹθ, lˈaɪk ɐ flˈʌd!